Author: Patrick Jennings
Great Sand Dunes
Not so much
The Great Sand Dunes
Overshadowed by
The snow-capped mountains
Beyond
Lost Love
Compassion at the core
The heart glows orange
Embers fuel passion’s fire
An early snow
In the high country
Under a low ceiling
Autumn still clinging to the trees
Winter gnaws at the bit
Eager, snorting
But the trees
Shed snow faster than leaves
A road through wide open spaces
Through wide open spaces
Where straight lines
Reel through the changes
I love a country that is big
That is grand
Where the sky
Makes love to land
Forbidden Smog
They surveyed the world
From the heart
Of The Middle Kingdom
The Ovaltine Cafe
Is the proper illumination
To transform the ugly
To the beautiful
How far I’ve climbed
How far I’ve climbed
It no longer matters
How much further I have to go
I have already climbed further
Than I had ever imagined
Climbing
And climb some mo’
And still I climb
There’s more to go
From time to time
When I look back
And see the road
That twisted track
I know the way
Ahead ain’t straight
Yet still I climb
And bear the freight
What can I do?
I can’t turn back
The thought of it
My heart goes slack
So on I climb
I’m none too weak
I flee a life
That’s grown too bleak
Now as I climb
And look ahead
Is the next bend
The turn I dread?
For if I make
The high plateau
What if it ain’t
The place to go?
And all this work
A waste of time
I could’ve stayed
Instead of climb
Still, this I know
The only way
Is move along
And live each day
It’s really not
About the top
Life is a climb
Which does not stop
For if it does
Then I will die
There’s nothing else
These words don’t lie
I climb and climb
And climb some mo’
And still I climb
There’s more to go
Coming Home
Seeking beauty
Finding it in abundance
Then I come home
Where I live in it
But sometimes need
A reminder