Sunday, June 20, 2010

Loved You So

Well dad, how long has it been
since you passed from
us to wherever
it is that we all go?

I’m sorry I couldn’t say the
things that needed saying,
when I know I should have said them
to you while you were still here with us.

I remember all the places
we used to go and the things we used to do;
all the great stuff that I learned
from just listening to you.

If I could travel back in time
So many years ago, to
when I was just a boy;
and live it each and every day.

I’d listen so much harder;
try to be a better son,
let you know each and everyday
my love and gratitude you’d won.

Chuck Connors, June 19, 2010

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Rays of the Sun

Weeding out in the yard
Late one afternoon;
Daisies, marigolds, daffodils,
Violently blooming on the threshold of summer.

A warm humid day—the air barely stirring.
Sweat darkening my armpits;
Dripping off my nose.
In the distance rays of the sun
Beaming down—searchlights from Heaven.
Casting a golden glow
On everything they touch.

Chuck Connors, June 18, 2010

Monday, June 7, 2010

A Burning Anger

Little tourist towns way up in the mountains
With fancy-pants cafes and snooty up-scale bistros.
“Come save with us—our prices rolled back!”
Smiling, sweating shop owners chasing the almighty dollar.
While regular, poor folks, willing to work for an honest day’s wages
Fret and starve back up in the hills.

Empty store fronts and half-constructed tacky hotels,
Money-hungry small-town politicians bowing and scraping
At the beady-eyed millionaire’s feet.
Meanwhile, back in the coves and hollers,
Hidden from all but the most perceptive gaze,
Grows a burning anger in the hearts of the people.

Chuck Connors, June 3, 2010