we
go barefoot
soon
near
the
blue lagoon
to
taste one slice
of the
orange
pumpkin moon

when
i
close my eyes
dear lord
fill
the
breckenridge blue sky
with
one thousand
maple red sandpipers

love
what
is  
your rush
while
love
cuts a path
straight across the sky
then
you smile
with
a red blush
while
love cuts her path
through
the sky

every breath
that
i
shall take
depends
upon
the light
the earth
i suppose
but
underneath
the
big and the small
a rose

when you find yourself
a dapple of
nature's dew
falls from
the
tips of
peach-yellow marigolds
just
waiting for
the
raising sun

lord
its
just another day
in the bushland
where
we pray
and
we ain't seen
no other clouds
up above and
down  yonder
well
i got my
two feet planted
firmly on solid ground
here i am
lord
i
submit to you lord
to obey your will
and
through
everlasting faith
i
am ready to sing out loud
because
we ain't seen water
on this ground

a poet only needs
a words
to
put
through
paper and pen
to
speak a word
my friend
with
voice and clarity again