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Bloom-- where you are planted
Bloom-- wherever you may be
Bloom-- for you are Her flower
And She needs you to bring beauty
To everyone you see.

Bloom-- to brighten your corner
Bloom-- to lighten the day
Bloom-- and so become a witness
Let your gracious goodness
Show someone the way.
Another little song from long ago--but I still like it.
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson. All rights reserved.
Roots anchored deep
Limbs lifted high
I abide in both worlds:
Earth and sky

Reaching through space
Kissed by the sun
I dance with the wind
And invite everyone:

"Oh children of earth
Find shelter in me
My life is to give
For I am a tree."

Roots anchored deep
Limbs lifted high
I abide in both worlds:
Earth and sky
Another song I wrote years ago for a naturalist friend to use in his nature programs. So simple, yet I still like it.
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson
Everybody's got an old, sad story
'bout a love that didn't last
Everybody's got some bittersweet memories
'bout lovers from the past
Everybody's got a dream inside them
'bout a love that's true
Some give up and let it die
Don't let it happen to you
Yeah, some folks up and let it die
Don't let it happen to you!

Chorus:
'Cuz if you let your good dream die
You might as well be underground
But if you keep believin'
Love will come back around, oh yeah!

Now everybody who has waited for love
Will get another chance
Just be sure to keep your heart wide open
and your feet all ready to dance
Live your life with a smile on your face
and a love song in your heart,
Love will come runnin' back to you
and you'll never ever be apart, no!
You'll never ever be apart!
I hope you can hear the music!
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson. All rights reserved.
An eagle pair came in a dream
I searched for what their cry did mean
I puzzled that one eagle, dark
Struck my chest and left a spark
Then mounted to the sky and flew
With the white bird, one as two
The two in flight so close beside
Their beating wings as one I spied
They higher flew and ever higher
That spark burst into blazing fire
"Freedom!" is my own heart's cry
My quest that will not be denied
In you I've found, O blessed be
An eagle heart to answer me.
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson. All rights reserved.
I awoke this morning
without you
My first night alone
without you
Without you the bed
Without you my arms
With you
my heart

Tide of tenderness rising
pushes waves of love
up over the desolate
abandoned beach
of my without,
whispering a million
loving thoughts
into every listening shell--
the shore sparkles
with the wet kisses
of my love's waves.

As you stroll barefoot
in the sand,
There, on the other side
of this one blue sea--
Can you hear my whispers?
Can you ******* kiss?
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson. All rights reserved.
Like a lion caged am I this restless night,
Straining to thy presence only fly,
On winged feet through forest's starry light,
There gently on thy lap my head to lie,

That thou may'st quench the fire within me rages,
The thirst for thee that doth my soul inflame,
Thus drinking deep of thee, whom my heart craves, I
Recover human stature once again.

Then would I pour on thee, who art my treasure,
The loving sweet that thou dost richly measure,
In hope that in some manner, in some kind,
I may bring you joy, oh joy of mine!
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson
Another all-nighter
from Phoenix to L.A.,
delivering paper to the
Times. I'm suddenly
exhausted, now that
the rolls have all been
unloaded and stacked
so high. I gaze up at
an entire forest of
trees reduced to their
exploitable essence.

No messy branches
no troublesome roots
no bark to shed
just nice clean paper
carefully weighed,
labeled, rolled up
tight and wrapped
in heavy cardboard
to keep the dirt out,
looming solid, silent
in the Times' dim warehouse.

No birds here
except for one
lonesome pigeon
who's walking around
hunting for crumbs.
I don't belong here either.
I'll be riding
my steel elephant
back to the corral.
I'll bed down tonight
where the cows all
hang out,
dead, skinned, frozen
inside boxes on wheels,
but that's
another story.
A slice of life from my work as a long-haul trucker--
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson. All rights reserved.
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