Brian D Griffin

I stand in August and smell October coming.
The dry summer crumbles fallen leaves while green.
The eyes of children widen as the siren call of hallowed hall begins.
And I the child still feel the stomach knot of that unknown.
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Lo, there do I see my father,
Lo, there do I see my mother,
And my sisters and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my ancestors
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We are underneath that pall with you today
Like the great grey scarf the sky pulls round its neck
We earthen vessels gather in this place
And look now upon the broken jar that days ago was you.
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You are my warm embrace and when you are not there, my days are cold.
Enfolded in your curves, I am made whole and you are time itself.
It is not right when you cloud and hide, for in your warmth we began.
It is from this mingling that we have grown our roots as one great tree.
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I whistled past the graveyard yesterday.

She's gone but lingers still in eyes and smiles of mine and other's children.
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I sang my friend to sleep today.The long deep sleep that brings you ever peace… He left a world of him behind and all those who face is his and voice rings of him and his smile and twinkling eye shines through.

I sang my friend to sleep today, with hymns of saddened joy and lofty echoes of "He is not here, but is in a better place."I held his hand and then he left.We said good bye, but I had to take his heart's word for it… he could not speak.
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I walked amongst the young last night. Like dry tumbleweed blowing across a thick green lawn.Young firm bodies touched and played as I watched with my cepia glasses on.

Rich sweet music rose up from where they were. Young sweet voices raised in harmonious youth. As I cross-faded in and out of visions of my own from once upon a time
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The Yule log burns and all four candles glow.
Past the longest night; the Son comes with the dawn.
Gather now and sing the way we do.
And think of those who cannot sing along.
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If you wonder what Benjamin might like the most
Its dinner with Chicken and French Fries and Toast

The Chicken is best when it has a big crunch
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On Early Autumn Eve they came to gather in that place
Where they in summer's heat had won
The right of royal race
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Twas balmy summer afternoon
Neath Oak and Ash and towering Pine
The Schuetzen gather all in force
Twas once again the Kinging Time
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Twas not quite yet the winter when
They gathered all once more
Now to a far-flung hall they came
And through a distant door
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Midst days too short and nights too long
The king was ill at ease
The Holidays had come and gone
Twas nothing left but freeze
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Now half way thru this noble, gracious reign
When icy fingers grip the royal band
When or' cast grayish skies try to disdain
The wealth and health of all here in this land.
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In Kolping Hall did James the Second
A majestic royal ball decree
There by the mill, where verdant grove so grand
Where oak and ash in scores did stand
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In verdant fields white crosses stand in rows of radiant glory.
Row on row they stretch before us; each on guard for thee.
Each one speaks to me its whispered tale; a timeless story.
Each the story of one who gave it all for liberty.
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