Man Against Nature

About this time every year I hear the sounds of lawn equipment in our neighborhood revving up for a new season of yardwork.  Got me wanting to write something about the cyclical nature (no pun intended) of this annual ritual.

lawnmower in grass

Man Against Nature

The whir of an engine,
a machine’s familiar din.
Man against nature, the battle begins again.
When warmer winds prevail,
all creation springs to life.
Man against nature, locked in an epic fight.
’Tis on and on this war will rage,
throughout summer’s brutal heat.
Man against nature, looks like nature has him beat.
Until at last the cool returns,
fall colors will unfold.
Man against nature, man slowly gets control.
Seems winter now has nature
locked in its icy press.
Man against nature, man can finally rest.
© 2019,  G. David Steele, All Rights Reserved, International Copyright Secured

Realities

Time is slipping away,

Time is money,

Time flies,

No time left,

perhaps,

Maybe.

Love is in bloom,

Love is eternal,

Love heals,

I give love,

not always,

Selfishness.

Laughter is good medicine,

Laughter is contagious,

Laughter rings,

I laugh,

at times,

Smile.

Pain, a constant companion.

Pain is healing

Pain reminds;

I’m human

I know,

Peace.

Passerby

He Smiled

I passed a homeless man on the street today; he smiled.
Traffic was heavy, I wanted to hear his story, not today, he smiled.
The lines on his face were etched by pain, he smiled.
His story would fill one thousand of the little cardboard signs he was holding, he smiled.
Cars would zoom past, not even taking a look, he smiled.
He drank a warm coke, sat down on the side of the road, he smiled.
The light changed green for me, I drove away, he smiled.
I’ll smile back another day.
© 2017 G. David Steele, All Rights Reserved, International Copyright Secured

Childhood Memories

Painted Horse

He rode into my childhood, I can’t recall when,
Sometime before seven, definitely not after ten.
He changed colors through the years, a painted horse for sure;
Still lingers in my memory, his legacy endures.
We would ride and ride forever, facing all our fears,
I don’t quite know for certain, there were probably some tears.
The wind at our backs, the sunshine on our face,
We’d ride and ride for hours, yet not go anyplace.
© 2017 G. David Steele, All Rights Reserved