I took a Child of Nature
and raised it for my own.
And by little acts of Kindness
seeds of Love were sown.
Those flashing Wings of azure blue
his wild and raucous sounds.
The worlds of sky and earth He knew
only by Love were bound.
Within His breast a wild Heart beat
unchained from worldly care.
Yet he loved a Boy, a selfish Boy
this Child of God so fair.
He gave to me his very being
his Love a precious thing.
Perched on my shoulder every night
a song of Life he’d sing.
Puffed up and vibrant He would fly
above my bed each morn.
And Tidings of a new day come
upon his Wings were born.
But now my Life is emptied
of this bit of little Bliss.
there is a dark and lonesome Void
left by Death’s cruel kiss.
He symbolized a link between
God’s natural world and mine.
But now to God I give Him
Oh Lord he’s wholly Thine.
His grave beneath the Willow lies
marked by the Laurel green.
A little bit of Life now stilled
Oh Death your aim unseen.
To be alone is not Life’s way
Through Love the World is made.
Yet for the gift of Life and Love
the Price of Death is paid.
The Lake nestled in the hills
turquoise blue in emerald green.
A piece of heaven wedded to earth
when at a distance seen.
Fed by the rains and storm clouds
born in the sky above.
Droplets splashed into its’ bosom
soft kisses of celestial love.
Peaceful and life giving it lies
obeying the wind’ command.
It wavelets chase fallen leaves
across its’ shoals of sand.
Shy wild creatures come and drink
and see themselves reflected.
Then move back into woodland haunts
there by their depths protected.
And deep below the surface
another world is seen.
Long arms and fronds of plants
fishes dark and lean.
Glimmering schools of life
break as their ranks are tore.
By ravenous teeth and shuddering
forms of hungry predator.
So it is in most things
in the peaceful something mean.
below the surface worlds unseen.
In the beautiful and obvious
The Milky Way
Courtesy of Texas Fish & Game Google article
“Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder where you are.
Now obscured by light pollution.
How I wish there was a solution”
Ramblin Clyde
- The first night we decided to fish at the dock. The sunset was spectacular. I remember later lying on the dock after midnight and looking up. I have never seen stars like that. The Milky Way in all its glory was splashed across the sky and every so often a shooting star fell across the canopy. It was a mystical experience. Then I noticed there were lights in the water! As schools of fishes swam by or as we fought fish we hooked, the water flashed with luminescence. Between the sky and the sea it was a show I will carry in my soul forever. To add to all this beauty the night exploded with sound. Coyotes started to talk with on another and the gulls flew over head in the darkness answering them.
- https://Clydeccedm.wordpress.com/2016/06/20/
- Title of Story: Treasured Island
The Demi God
By Clyde Marsteller, 1955, upon the occasion of shooting
“The Old Man of the Mountain”
The creatures of the forest
are silent and fearful.
For Death stalks the wooded glades
relentless and careful.
A movement now a flash
a sharp thunder is heard.
A wild death cry a thrashing form
to sight is bared.
Large or small none are excluded
rabbit,squirrel and deer.
From their wild haunts
by this pursuer are rooted.
Hiding,running,blindly fleeing
crouching close to the sod.
Quivering,dying, innocent victims
of the deadly Demi-God.
The majestic buck defiant
shakes his antlers proud.
courtesy of Google
His does unlike their Lord mill
in a frightened crowd.
King of his dominion he surveys
the familiar wood.
Unaware out there watching
the Demi-God concealed stood.
Then thunder, the buck sprang up
but the messenger flew true.
The valiant heart stopped by the
message struck through.
Destroyer decreeing that it die
your tools gun and rod.
Who is to argue? Not I
For I am the Demi -God.
https://Clydeccedm.wordpress.com/2015/08/29/ title of article : The Hunters