Richard Netherland Cook

Sitting in the front porch swing,
With a cool wind in your face,
Can cause one to dream.
Of another time and place.
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Happiness
You can't pursue happiness and catch it;
Happiness does not depend or start
With what happens outside of you,
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The journey of life is just a path.
On earth to lead our way,
A place to stop and rest awaile,
For we were never meant to stay.
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The old barn now stands deserted,
Down next to the water well,
Alone in a field of grass and weed,
By the old sign that says, 'For Sale'.
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Our hearts are sad and empty
Since you went away
The sadness stays within us
With every passing day.
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They are a band of brother's,
Who risk their lives for others,
They who choose to answer the call,
Stand up for country and give their all.
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Little eyes are watching you
Each and every day,
And little ears are listening too
Every word you say.
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Oh, what joy my eyes behold
To see such beauty there unfold,
And my heart with pleasure fills
When sun from ebbing winter days
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I went out to the sea
And sat there by the shore
Among the cragged rocks and sand,
And all the ocean roar.
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I sailed upon the sea of life
In the year Nineteen Hundred and Thirty Four
Bound for places far from home,
And steered a course yet unknown
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A winter night is creeping,
Up to my cottage door,
And I have calmly settled in,
Like many times before.
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The evening moon shinning high,
Cast its' light on the dead that lay,
Out over the fields and woods nearby,
Some in blue and some in gray.
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I went out to that place of stones,
Where dear ones lay deep below,
And I begged the cool earth to release,
The sweet faces I used too know,
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A Perfect Rose

So deep and pure, the one I chose
From this earthly garden. a perfect rose,
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A Dirt Road

Somewhere there is a dirt road
Long and narrow and traveled much,
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When My Time Has Come

When my time has come and I am lying,
In a quite place of rest,
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Love is giving, love is kind,
Love is gentle, love is blind.

Love is meek, love is bold,
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Years in Heaven have you spent,
Among the Angels so content,
Yet no voice or whisper has come down,
To tell us of the wonder found.
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IN the wee small hours of Christmas morn,
While parents are in their bed sleeping,
In the dim light of the Christmas Tree,
Two shadowy forms are creeping.
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I'll be there in the springtime
For I love that part of year,
I'll be the sunshine on the flowers.
I'm in the wind you hear.
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