the hawk waited for his meal while resting atop the fence post
gazing intensely at the old dirt road for activity
the storm, that just passed, left a muddy mess for his prey to splash in
suddenly, from under the gate, he saw movement
a gesture so slight and insignificant that only a hawk's sharp eyes could see
and see it, he does
slowly, ever so slowly, he begins a slow, engineered glide, from the post top
swooping in to gracefully capture his target
dinner is served...!

Brian Hill - 2020 # 282

the cowboy slowly enters town riding high on his horse
the town had no name, he just knew he would find what he was after
townsfolk seemed to stop in time and stare at his rugged face
the desert had stolen his youth and good looks
he was a renegade cowboy looking for what seemed, a friendly face
not sure this town had such a person
this town was not real
this town was a ghost
these folks were in the wind waiting for departure into the next
he had found Middletown
was he real, was his horse real, where is he
he thought he knew

Brian Hill - 2020 # 281

is humanity going to be beautiful again
it has lost its way, and I want to know when
all people of the world, deserve a little break
it has been too long since all of us, really could partake
mama never told us, there would be days like this
she told us what she knew and would she gave us a kiss
I want humanity to be beautiful again
let's find a way to save ourselves, and I end, with an AMEN

Brian Hill - 2020 # 280

tension politics
tomorrow we need to vote
we need liberty

Brian Hill - 2020 # 279

im tired of the conflicts erupting between us all
let's get our act together and answer the needed call
the politics and policies are in grave need of revision
why can't we get together to avoid the mad collision
throw away all the so call facts and see what's going on
quit throwing your temper into the fray and creating a nation that's gone...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 278

there's a fly in my soup and on somebody's head
how long will it stay there, maybe it's dead
I know I would be dormant if I landed there
right on the top of a lifeless head of hair

Brian Hill - 2020 # 277

jack and the bat went on a hike
they walked and walked till the nuisance spiked
it’s seemed kinda strange to see a bat walking
it doesn't really matter, as they both were just talking
what in the world could they be talking about
I'm sure it doesn't matter, at least I have doubt
as long as they talk, and talk while they walk
and don't cause trouble as everyone else squawks
there is too much squawking, in the steps of today's life
we are all very different, so put away that old knife
jack and the bat exist only in my mind
if you see something here we must be aligned....

Brian Hill- 2020 # 276