Biography of G.R. Gaus
Grew up in St. Louis, then lived on a farm in Western Missouri for 30 years. Married in 1977 we have three boys, my wife and I now live in Colorado where we are experimenting with retirement.
G.R. Gaus Poems
Manifest Destiny Rides Again
We call ourselves Americans; Have we erased the past? Forgotten how this land was won? Can't hear the distant blast?
The day has dwindled short, The sun, it traveled far, Shining down, a southern port, Some warm Caribbean resort,
Once Upon A Rhyme
Once the earth, was fresh and clean, Nothing to tarnish the land; Plants would flourish, truly green, Soon after, God laid his hand.
The Element Of Fire
Once in time, the lightning struck, The fire, burned open and wild; Early man, first felt the warmth, Comfort, for mother and child.
In The Name Of God
How many have died; wounded and maimed? How many battles, have been fought? With banners flying and drums a rolling, How many prisoners; have been caught?
I seen these banners everywhere, Must mean; where I come from, Them people seems, a little proud, Seen them usually, pack a gun.
Up In Smoke
Everyone tries it, sooner or later, They just won't go away; Tobacco companies, the vindicator, Holds fifty million, as prey.
Silent She Came
A snow fell silent, deep in the night, I awoke, to her silent skies; Falling soft flight, a silent sight, Wonder, fulfilled my eyes.
The Killer Of Bees
Have we so soon forgotten, DDT? It's encounter with the Condor? Now it's come time, to help the bee, May be too late, while we ponder.
The Wild And Wayward Wind
Who is that? Sneakin round my back, Now messin, with my hair; Blowin dust, into my, blinkin eyes, Oh, just you, the devilish air.
Falling so softly, in such a fine mist, The air lays still and calm; Plants open wide, as lightly kissed, Moisture, applied as a balm.
The Once Called Flutterby
Long ago, as the story's been told, An insect began to fly; A caterpillar, spun into a miller, First known, as a flutterby.
What really goes on, behind those walls? Those secret lies, that no one else knows; Unscheduled meeting, untraceable calls, Unwritten funds, they're hard, to expose.
Unfortunate And Fame
How old was I, when first we met? A diamond, sparkled in your eye; Taught me young, I won't forget, The power, that fame can buy.
Unfortunate And Fame
How old was I, when first we met?
A diamond, sparkled in your eye;
Taught me young, I won't forget,
The power, that fame can buy.
A crooked path, those who walk,
That shallow life of fame;
With a superficial, line of talk,
Autographs, bind your name.