If I were a rider with desert to cross,
I would seek the Grandest Horse,
To carry me through the roughest terrain--
The heat in the south, the freeze and the rain --
...
Rolling green, before me spread.
Entices me to look --
Just beyond the meadow --
Where a fawn is being born.
...
Your scanning eye doth ever see
The stalker of the chickadee--
Ah bluejay, in beauty bright,
A watchman of the feeder be --
...
The Grandest Horse
If I were a rider with desert to cross,
I would seek the Grandest Horse,
To carry me through the roughest terrain--
The heat in the south, the freeze and the rain --
Through drifts of white ice in treacherous passes,
Perilous cliffs and valley grasses --
Through rattlesnaked canyons and flooded gorge,
Gouged out mesa and tables of stone--
To a land beyond the blues of heaven --
To highest peaks of eternal existence --
To the place of my Friend, my Savior and Lord --
I'd ride up to heaven on the Grandest Horse --
No bridle, no saddle --
His Spirit , of course !
hey dad, saw your poems online on this site. they are pretty good. need to get them all on line on your own website. love, marc