Avalon Stables Co-operation!

 

“Mystique” de Avalon!

 

Avalon Stables is the home of National Pony Club charter member, Silver Springs Pony Club.

This former race-horse farm serves as base of operations for a spectacular herd of horses, boarded on site by members and others, utilized in training for dressage, arena jumping and cross country hunter jumper equestrian disciplines and fox hunting. Quite an impressive array of horse talent! And, the young members clearly top the equine athletes’ abilities through appreciation.

As a “student” of culture and society in political, scientific and religious endeavors of understanding through focused challenge of any “status quo”, including, most vociferously, my own conclusions on life-matters, demanding strict logic and fair, defensible conclusions derived, I am often guilty of querying, in utter frustration: Where are the men and women leaders?

I harken back to my “favorite” generation: Those intrepid Ladies and Gentlemen of the World War II generation whose obviously unselfish perspective through “love” of country and fellow man caused them, collectively, to defeat cancerous evil on its own terms. I cannot help but wonder and consider what they might think of a secular-liberal bent for the United States population. We can be reasonably assured of their indelicately stated conclusions. N’est pas?

So: Where are the “Leaders”? They are quite alive and well at Avalon Stables! Bravo! Ladies!

In my brief association with the Silver Springs Pony Club members, parents, administrators, instructors and friends, I have witnessed “leadership talent” enough to dampen even an avid skeptic’s resolve for lamenting the supposed "sad" state of affairs of this still great country. That “We, the people…” are starved for leadership is obvious; check out the Presidential campaigns. “Stands a man!?” (Or---Lady!? We shall soon reap the fruits of our decisions. Again! Amen!

You all make me proud! Thank you! Each and every one. Love triumphs over all! Amen!

Christian “values” are exemplified resulting an exhibition of sacred “virtue”. Thus: Quality!

The “Mystique” of Avalon is: The exquisite “Quality” of young women and men members!

While competition is taught as “excellence” is sought, hard work excels and results are tallied, this “Family” celebrates each triumph without evil-jealous ridicule. Only with loving support! If “modern” religious concerns employed the “secrets” of Avalon membership in Christian attitude, those “establishments” might reverse their rapidly diminishing membership roll-count.

Here, the sun shines no brighter, the wind blows no softer, the rain tastes no sweeter, save for cooperation with life, nature and God’s fiat toward mutual respect---Love!. God bless! Avalon!

I might sum up these accolades with an overview of my writing message focus; to wit:

 

All we have to offer is Good! to one another

Our best gift bestowed is Love! to each other

 

Live! Love! Laugh! Focus contemplate!

Vigilant be! Not one future be ever late!

 

Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really---Is!

In one eternal instant the only mercy-blessing will be…His!

 

Amen!

 

I love the: “Mystique” de Avalon!

 



Value to Virtue!?

How?

 

 

Sacred "Value" tested, then practiced, concludes:

 

"Virtue"!

 

Amen!

Cool!?

 

What is---Cool!?

 

 

Well!? Now! A troublesome quandary? Or not?

 

Next time you meet someone for the very first time,

 pay attention to the first three questions they ask.

Guaranteed! One of the three will be: What do you do?

 

Why? Because we insist on being "valued" by our---J-O-B!

 

Of course, in this secular society-culture, there are "other"

factors-of-virtue to be meticulously considered; to wit:

 

Brand name of the vehicle you drive;

your zip code, area code, county, state;

What university graduated you;

do you have a "mass"-er's degree;

does Facebook reflect you "celebrity"?

 

There are, of course, others---too many, to mention.

 

So? Where does "Cool!" come into all this?

 

Right here: (I-I) Independent-Individual!

 

What does that mean?

Precisely that the material "celebrity" is all lies!
And, recognized as such!

Stand tall! Live Truth! Laugh! And, Love!
Now: That's Cool!

 

Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really---Is!

In one eternal instant the only mercy-blessing will be...His!

 

Amen!

Horizon-Dawn excerpt (Part 2 of 2)

“That Brazos River sure was good to the folks who lived along her banks. Sure enough!

“We fished and hunted; she provided a grand bounty for poor folks, the likes of us. There was ducks and geese, turtle doves, lots of wild game; and, she sure held a bounty of fruits and berries.

“She had snapping turtles the size of bushel baskets; man, they are good eating. See! We’d go swimming in the river and dive down to the muddy bottom after feeling along with our toes.”

He laughed. “Many a man, woman and kid lost toes to those mean old monsters; snap one or two or more right off; had to be real careful---and…quick! When we found one of those horny-shelled critters, he’d burrow into the mud; we had to go down and pull him loose. That was mighty hard work; but, Man! That was fine eating fare. Caught my fair share of ’em, too!

“Pa was swimming in the river one afternoon afore supper and he stumbled across one of the demons. He whooped and went under; took him three tries and still, no turtle soup meat.

“When he came up that third time for a fresh breath, he was nearly done-in. An old deadfall came floating down the current and he grabbed on to it as he was wore out. Lightning had hit the tree sometime in the past; it was charred out in a hollow depression in the middle and Pa couldn’t see into it from his low position on the water.

“Now, that mean old river is rife with water moccasins; they ball-up in a writhing mass and float on down the river. Many a man has met his fate when he gets tangled with those devils.

“Pa, gasping for breath, slung his arm over that log; then, just as his eyes got to the level where he could see into the cavity of that burned out tree, a snake bit him in the cheek. I didn’t notice the viper in its den until I saw the strike; quick as greased lightning! Too late! To yell.

“Pa yelped and grabbed at the wound as he slid beneath the water surface. Curly dove in and swam to where Pa had gone under; Caleb grabbed his ole rifle. Curly came up a bit downstream, dragging Pa’s limp body to shore. Just that quick, he surely was stone-cold dead!

“The waves rocked that ole ‘snake-pit’ log as it bobbed along; that damn snake’s head sticking up like he was plenty pleased at what he had done to Pa; just sunning himself on that black, half-burned boat; pleased as punch; kind-a proud-like.

“Caleb took aim at that evil head as it bobbed along; a single rifle ball took the serpent’s head, clean off.” Rob scowled, then, adding, “Those moccasins can be real aggressive; they sure are ‘deadly’; that’s a self-evident fact, I’ll guarantee it.”

Bow-leg nodded his head, smiling. “That Caleb sure can shoot!” He concluded.

Frazier watched the boy, sure that the youth was concocting a plan of some sort of revenge.

“Funny thing: We gathered up the stinking carcass of that headless devil-serpent; weren’t no moccasin; it was a dirty ‘ambush’ rattler!” Rob put an emphasis on the ‘ambush’ description.

He made a wry face, then smiled mirthlessly, saying, “Only one way to handle a rattler…” he trailed off, considering. Then, having arrived at a conclusion on the matter, added, “Maybe I’ll just drift on yonder, down Texas-way; look up ole Caleb; spin him a yarn about Nebraska! Rattle snakes.” He smiled, “I’ll bet he sure knows how to handle them Yankee-type bushwhackers.”

Frazier caught the drift of the boy’s meaning; still, he couldn’t abide cold-blooded murder.

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Excerpt from: Horizon Dawn (coming Winter, 2016)

 

The boy paused as though reflecting on some story; deciding whether to tell the tale.

“Ole Curly!” Rob shook his head, nodding his forehead toward the new grave dirt mound, “he always had an eye for the ladies, ever since I can remember.” He laughed, “Didn’t make no never-mind to that red-head whose brand might be on ’em, either. No! Sir! He liked the ladies.

“Down there in that Brazos River country we had us a fine ranch set-up. Oh! Not none too big; nothing like this here fine, giant spread, but we ran a few head of cattle, sheep, horses, even, some porkers, along with chickens and ducks. Raised enough garden vegetables to keep us all fat and sassy, too. There’s whitetail deer down in those scrub thickets enough to feed the whole state of Texas for a long spell; sure shot my fair share of them. Yes! Sir! Even saw a passel of antelope; ain’t nothing good as antelope steaks, ’cept, of course, long-horn beef cattle.

“Well, that there river was a road map to Texas lands; people came by our place all the time.

“Pa! He sure liked to talk; had a right good ole time telling tales to the pilgrims. Ole Curly, with that bright red hair growing plum wild out of the top of his head, he caught the eye of many a fine looking young gal. And, he sure knew how to romance ’em.” Rob smiled.

Frazier began to feel that this “memory-lane” trip might last a while; he sat down, resting his back against the trunk of the huge tree standing sentinel over Curly’s new abode. He waited.

“Our nearest neighbor, south about a half mile along the river, was a Mexican named Gorge Mendoza; had a pretty little wife name of Juanita; they had three little kids always running around playing along the river bank. Didn’t take long for Ole Curly to catch sight of the gal.

“Gorge had a job, of sorts, on down to Waco at the livery. Every day, he’d leave home to trek on into town; about, dusk, here he’d come back home. Curly liked that Gorge had a regular job.

“I don’t know if the Mex knew about his wife and Curly, but I sure did. Caught them together one day down at the river, swimming in the water. Only, they weren’t swimming. No! Siree!”

Bow-leg paused, showing a goofy-looking smile on his face; remembering. Frazier rolled a smoke, waiting for the drama to play out in the telling of the tale.

“Well. After about a year, Juanita turned up pregnant. Still, nobody suspected anything.

“One day, Curly came in for supper; he was mad as the devil, fit to be tied.

“Started cussing Gorge unmercifully. Said the low-down scum had beat Juanita unconscious; knocked out one of her front teeth. Said he was going over there and shoot the bastard.

“Pa grabbed him by the shoulder; told him what went on between a man, any man, and his wife was strictly private. Said Curly could not interfere and that was the end of it.

“Curly kept his distance from Juanita after that ’cause we respected Pa. Also, a farmer from Missouri moved in just east of our place and he had beautiful twin daughters, blue-eyed and blonde. I guess Ole Curly sure enough taught them all about ‘swimming’, too.”

He laughed at his conclusion, slowly shaking his head; Jeb Frazier joined in the celebration.

Bow-leg sobered, then. “When Juanita’s baby came, Gorge and the family moved out about a week later. Curly had gone to Waco for some supplies; when he came home he said that he had seen the whole Mexican family in town. And, there weren’t no baby with them. Said Juanita wouldn’t even look his way although he was close enough to yell at her.

“Caleb rode by their place a few days later; came home to say there was a tiny new grave behind their old house. Curly put flowers on that grave for months, after that. The following spring, the annual flood took Gorge’s house and wiped out all trace he had ever been there.”

Rob seemed reflective as he remembered the events within his head...

 

(Part 2 of 2-Tomorrow)



My day? Beautiful!

 

Enjoy!

 

This day I've breathed; Fabulous!

Now, safely filed in my memory lexicon; Sacred!

As important in the "experience" as any other.

 

Tonight? I lay me down to sleep---Satiated!

With the value of all my yesterdays; the virtue of---Loving!

 

Learn from the treasured events of the "Then";

Accept the "Now" with peaceful expectations;

Await the "Dawn" in steadfast anticipation.

 

I'll rest quite well, sleep in undisturbed slumber.

Upon the eastern light I shall embrace the day.

Through my time in space? More of the same!

 

Smile! With genuine exuberance for Life! And, Love!

The gift is free---and...it's contagious! Try it! That's free, too!

 

Kiss with passion dawn's fresh dew,

embrace mid-morn shade ye knew,

touch the high noon sun, too,

almost done afternoon Adieu!

Cool eve purple-shadow soft view.

 

For---I have come and been and am and shall be...

And, through it all allow that I un-obfuscated see!

 

Amen!

Horses! Yea!

 

Horses!

 

 

The Noble beast! Indeed!

 

Watching those girls ride like the wind, one cannot

help but appreciate the "friend" an equine can be.

 

Dogs are just fine, and, cats, and whatever other "pet"

one might choose to befriend, but the noble beast with

its powerful presence and loveable mannerisms bind

in affection with the humankind-master. To view the

"partnership" in its loving mutual admiration connection

is to enjoy a pleasurable experience in an emotional symphony.

 

A cadenced-rhythm of a flowing canter beats emotional delight

a balanced-control smooth as the ebb and flow of ocean waves.

 

I love horses and the awesome folks who ride and care for them.

 

See the world from a leather seat atop the equine;

what a magnificent view of natural life! Getty-up!

 

Amen!

Sing me a---Life-Love!

 

Vacant Wish? Talent-expressed!

 

 

Lord! That only I might croon like “the King”?

But Alas! I cannot, nor dare any mortal other.

 

To each, his own-way in time of space, this gift;

Thus, “simple”-I of humble talent-means express

black-symbol marks upon white sheet---for whom?

Perhaps? Only, in some end---for…Romance-Love!

 

Presented there, from heart-emotion; sacred-reflection.

To be consumed, by purposed-choice; adjudged for worth

if so moved; ignored absent prejudiced-intent; or, discarded.

 

Some inane ink smear-stain to mar a pristine paper-white;

Or dare to grace a vacant screen upon some yonder “cloud”;

Each offer, or dismissal, a tome acclaim or critique, complete!

 

Yet, on I plod to kiss again hopeful horizon-dawn;

Embrace a blaze yellow-orange arising grand-orb;

To touch yon silver maple dapple-shade morn-respite

in repose of cooling breeze refresh tired muscle-tone.

To satiate hunger high noon sun for strength-continue;

“Ice cream”-treat mid afternoon---just for “I can”-delight;

Into silver-shadowed purple-dusk to sup at “family”-Love!

Respite, then, mid-night abyss dream blue-white diamond mist.

 

For---Now I lay me down to sleep in peaceful-rest;

Confess-transgress seek redemption for sin-stained soul;

Ask absolution, offer penance, pray celestial Salvation-come.

 

And, smile! In Love! for every blessing brought!

For---I have kissed yon mountain summit-high;

Touch blue Pacific majesty, played “tag” white-surf;

And, seen the eagle soar from above spirit-high flight.

 

Elvis-man can croon yon lyrics through angel-virtual voice;

But “humble”-I do live “Love-space” within chords-melody!

 

God! Bless!---You!...and, “Humble”-I!

 

Amen!



Sunday! All day! Every day!

 

Seventh Day---Rest!

 

 

Another week has---come and been and gone!

 

Tomorrow---A promise with new dawn for one more chance!

Can I do better with fresh opportunity? Perhaps! We'll see---

and...fully enjoy the challenge-chase! Again!

 

Again!

 



Sing me a song...

Nature Love!

 

 

Blue-black velvet white-diamond sparkle;

Line-east horizon-hints the coming dawn;

Slowly light imagines last eve's faded dusk;

I await new day's promised-sun soon to a-rise;

Orange-yellow orb arise caress cerulean blue;

Mid-morn puff clouds punctuate abyss-deep;

Noon-high lunch replenish effort-challenge;

By three a shady respite cooling observance;

On through sunset-down relax-reflect again;

Purple shadow-eve long-grow kiss dusk-time;

Chased-day flees before a coming midnight dark;

While in that sacred place, I dream, in Love-of-Life! 

 

Amen!

Blessings! (Uh! Huh!)

 

Lucky! (Hmm!)

 

 

I have few complaints, if any; none, legitimate when infrequent inconveniences are compared to some of the blatant tragedies visited upon those actually unfortunate. I’m certainly not special in any imagined-fantasy blessing by the Almighty as some seem to believe their plot in life to be the case. “Humble” by nature may aid in that “value”, refusing to be a popular “victim”, another worthwhile reason for cherished blessings within the very phenomena of this awesome life.

Gold, they say, is where you find it. Conceded! So, I happen to believe, is Love!

And, what better to “love” than the gift of life. Instead of complaining about the rain, or drought, or sun, or clouds, or cold, or heat, or---whatever, seek pleasure in the marvel of the gift.

Each new dawn is an opportunity for adventure through the events of time in the space of life.

Bored people are boring people! Research Benoit Mandelbrot and contemplate his reality.

Celebrate! Every instant. Dare! Challenge life’s presentation. Make the very best of time.

So? Something---anything…goes wrong!? Not quite according to your plan, or scheme, or expectations, or fiat, or demand? So what? Deal with it! Fix it! Avoid it! Ignore it! Accept it!

Only a true “loser” never tastes triumph; seek victory! Dare snatch it from the jaws of failure.

Go ahead; I triple dog dare you! Give it a try. Just---Do it! Might even turn out---Good!

And---tomorrow…we try once more. And, with focused-positive effort.

 

I wish you strength to find a “Good day”! Live! Enjoy life! Love!

 

Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really---Is!

In one eternal instant the only mercy-blessing will be…His!

 

Amen!



Good morning!



Morning Prayer

 

My comfort-friend awakened with the new born dawn

Subtle-soft as crystal dew upon yonder emerald lawn

 

Orange-yellow orb horizon ascend Cerulean pure

Warm comfort pierce slumber glass, repose endure

 

Reluctant vacate fantasy-tender, force open eyes

Risen rays visit lazy bones on whom it slyly spies

 

“Good morning! Lord!” Greets my humble first prayer today

Lament lethargic responsibility; for redemption now I pray

 

Your risen sun already hard at work perfecting Thy offered gift

Make the bed, shower, shave; prepare to face any challenge rift

 

Allow this lowly wretched sinner offer each effort a prayer, still

Please humble me: Praise! Honor! Glory! Be done, Thy sacred will

 

Within each simple life response let me in purpose contemplate

Mundane or effort-ed event in Jesus’ image reverently to emulate

 

Through morning cool to high noon lunch onto warm afternoon

For supper (dinner on the coasts) to quiet dusk now come too soon

 

Blue-white diamonds pierce black evening abyss shared with loving friends

“Now I lay me down---if should I die…”Your white-winged holy angels send

 

And, in Your night while life-giving sunshine in earnest reposes

Bless once more my nightly dreams like fragrant-sweet red roses

 

And, now, dear Lord, before my rest, satiate this need for Thy “good”

Not unto me, but that I have for it today right proudly mark-ed stood

 

Should Thy will fail I observe the ’morrow dawn, please absolve this soul sin-stained

Let this tired body rest, free wild spirit to yet soar redeemed celestial heaven gained

 

From Your Glory! Peace on earth! Good will in men!

To Thy Praise! From where came I to now have been

In Thy Honor! Legacy written here into the future then

 

Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really---is!

In one eternal instant, the only mercy blessing will be…His!

Amen!

 



---Smarter than a 7th grader...???????

 

Scholar Bowl

 

 

     I was invited to attend my 7th grade granddaughters' Scholar Bowl competition at the middle school last evening; quite a shock: I am not "Smarter than a 7th grader...! To "plagiarize" a phrase?

     Bravo! Children! Bravo! Quite a show---from each "highly educated" team. Wow!

     I "played" along from the "peanut gallery"; turns out---Right where I belong! Uh! Huh!

     Thoroughly enjoyable; and, very "educational! These students are plenty Smart! Me? Hmm???

     "Thank you! Children!" A tip of the ole "scholarly" hat to each of you!

     You have a "new" fan; see you at the next challenge; I am proud to learn!

Dream Peace!

 

Vignettes

 

Red, white and blue grand flag waves unfurled

Proud color streams in wind-tease wild-swirled

 

Tower cypress stately reach cerulean sky

 Manicured carpet rival emerald gem, try

 

Puff-white clouds adorn deep abyss heaven

Revelation-“V”, three, the other side seven

 

Mounded bed myriad-color beauty spread

Sweet song medley octave words birds said

 

“Trois les belles de la garden” enchanting sight

Perfumed fragrant roses red and yellow, white

 

Colorado spruce subtle hinted dusty-blue

Tenant home to generation flocks it knew

 

Spring spirit-peace in grand nature thing

Gentle sway delight on front porch swing

 

Cool caressing stirs yon hanging basket ferns

Humble self to artful-Gardner mankind learns

 

Taste life fresh morn’s sweet crystal dew

Early arise to greet orb orange; too few do

 

Praise celestial mid-day invigorating cool

Hear boisterous roar of kids at recess school

 

Dappled maple-shade respite high noon sun

Fresh garden salad satiated hunger finally won

 

Mid-afternoon march unhampered toward twilight

Appointed night coaxes vanquished day to flight

 

Pleasant dreams harbingers a vision day soon

Fantasy-image under pale-alabaster full moon

 

Pull covers tight to errant call of lonesome whippoorwill

Thank You! My Creator! For yet one more chance still

Amen!

 

 



Where be---Honor!? Within!

 

Choices!

 

 

Yeah! I'm opinionated; always have been; always will be!

 

Conclusions follow logical premises---if...Truth! prevails

 

I did not appreciate Nikki Haley's SOTU rebuttal;

she sold out to get the V.P. nod; she blew it! Big time!

Once a _____? The only question---Price ($)?

Some things never change. Ask the Dems!?

 

Dear, innocent? Chelsea sure gets the damnable game:

$10.5 mil. for a N.Y. apartment!? Wow! Nice work????

 

Oh! And, who just might be her father-in-law? Hmmm!

 

What keeps a dictator-tyrant out of the White House?

Right! One little item: The U.S. Constitution!

 

So---Why trash that precious-sacred document? Hmmm?

 

Given my choice---I'll take Truth! over any...politico-(scum-trash)

 

Amen! To that---forever!

Sunday! Sundae!

 

A Cherry on top!

 

 

Ah! In the 10's---Snow!...Beautiful!

Another fantastic day!

And---it's...Sunday! Yea!

 

Kiss yon sunrise "Good morning"

Thank God for another chance;

make this try better than all others.

 

And, that sundae?

Put it in your "attitude" bowl,

sweeten it with whipped cream,

And---

top it with a bright red cherry!

 

Yum! Yum!

 

Happy "Sundae"! Enjoy! 



A "Magic" Mirror!?

 

Where? To seek?

 

 

     Problems? Issues? Bad luck? And, Why? Who? To blame? Indeed!

 

     All troubles, real or imagined, stem from one individual source. Say! What? Where? Who?

 

     The answer to that query is found, always, in the "Magic" mirror! In the reflection! You!

 

     All issues are---Within. Determined, imagined, and concluded through your own observation. The solution to these life-hazards is not insurmountable; simply difficult, since the "problem" anticipated is precisely the very same as the solution to rectify the ominous situation---again...You!

 

     How? One decides to handle these enormous challenges becomes the un-doing of the demon-evil.

 

     "First" is the determination as to the "fault" of the difficulty. Humble confession of transgression through a contrite heart; an accepted realization of limitations of self, a blatant examination. Such investigation might not only enlighten the consciousness, truly, confession is Good for the soul.

 

     Lighten the troubled heart; brighten the sin-stained soul, repent, absolve with penance, seek redemption, accept salvation---and, prey tell...How? Simple: Love! Offer it, bestow it, accept it.

 

     Simple!? Indeed! Easy? Not quite so readily accomplished as in the saying, of course.

 

     A course of action to "set the spirit"---Free! Truth! Embraced! Practiced! Through: Love!

 

     Here is the Challenge : Try it! Simply---Begin! There is no time like the present.

 

Good luck!

Call of the Mountain

 

Mountain Stirrings

 

 

Awoke this morn in pine-scented bough-bed to a greyish hint of dawn

Sniffed chill air, then spied meadow doe attending her wee spotted fawn

Thanked Him for another blessed day like all those before, now since gone

 

Pure snow-white peaks already kissed by yon sun way high up yonder

Shadowed verdant green to tree line splendor in holy awesome’s wonder

Yellow orb struggles to breach far summit at clarion distant roll of thunder

 

As day prevails to ban the night, now begin familiar mountain stirrings

My loyal range steed whinny-calls a demand for his early daily currying

A camp robber jay complains aloud while ground squirrels go a-scurrying

 

White-barked aspen golden leaves flutter in nature’s choreographed dances

At deep secluded blue lake there far off the wapiti herd silent purpose-prances

I tend fire the night-coals to stir up warmth which self-pleasure surely enhances

 

Fill ancient blackened pot with crystal water trickling from yonder natural spring

Slice bacon thick to the skillet-pan, add in wild onion or another delicate, tasty thing

Then, so completely satiated I might just challenge these tired worn vocal chords to sing

 

Stand tall to stretch old tan-weathered hands through clear cerulean blueness

Wipe clean yon trusty Bowie, then hone its edge to razor-sharp keen newness

Deep purple shadows recede relentless day verging softly violet hue-ness

 

Rustle up bunch grass for reliable ’ole Smoke’s awaited breakfast meal

Contemplate Almighty Artist’s vista; savor a distant elk’s plaintive bugle peal

Glimpse a silvertip at the river and a cousin-pair: a blue- and green-winged teal

 

Myriad fluffy white clouds invade the vast expanse of horizon western skies

Here, in this near-heaven, pathetic civilization, modest majestic nature defies

Though not a learned man in formal erudite prose, a tingle sparks poetic surmise

 

Snug lodge, part cave, some man, upon the comfort pine-y southern slope

Paradise shared by the Indian-girl and child ’til cold evil death did interlope

Broke tender heart, tore poor soul, yet spirit belief embraced eternal heaven-hope

 

The “then” was now, important, alas, until the fleeting-instant history-passed

To perceived “present” here and quickly gone in album memory-print amassed

Perhaps imagined “future” come through near obfuscated reflection-visions cast

 

Prepare sojourn on vacant trace to fragrant path ablaze in palette-vibrant color find

View clear His face while touch sublime gifts; to man and nature be always kind

In thy soul resides a sacred grace: mountain stirrings, wild winds purely refined