Saint Eule Poems
Remember The Goose
I awoke to the bird calling outside my window,
A new day has begun, my mind is hungover with thoughts of yesterday.
A wild goose is heard in the distance.
The bird seems to be calling for his nestlings, probably long
dispersed in the forest.
The goose seems to be have purpose, his trumpet is sure, he knows
others will join the journey to a more lavishing sunrise.
If only I was as sure as the goose, free to sail the sky with
a natural compass.To go north or south as the need arise.
My mortal mind has recently learned of a friend who has passed.
A tear ...
A Rose Poem For Pat
Its not about religion or philosophy tis not,
from all the experience I got.
It is not about loving ones self or thine,
or taking from the fruit of the vine.
It is so simple this I propose,
It is all about a single rose.