The kind of night where all huddle protected from the
wind and cold—the rain slashing down—seeming death to any traveler.
The predators and their prey snuggled in their dens securely from the storm
burrowed in mounds of leaves heads sleepily bowed.
Yet I walk alone through the blackness with a measured step
frigid drops dripping off my old rain jacket—ice forming in puddles—glassy and smooth.
Tramping through the leaves, up hill and down
spying the occasional glimpse of cheery lights
from little houses in the valley so far below.
Imagining what it is like for those inside
warm and dry and protected from the night.
Am I one of them, fearful of the night?
Or am I something different, closer to wild?
Does it really matter which I am?
Perhaps I am both whether I like it or not.
Chuck Connors, October 12, 2010
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Showing posts with label nighttime. Show all posts
Friday, November 12, 2010
Unbreakable Bonds
Darkest night—endless highway,
Speeding small universes whooshing along.
Dazzling head lights, light up the sky lights,
Cones of sight, cut through the inky forever.
Each month I go on--I take this journey.
West from the mountains,
East to the coast.
What drives me onward, mile after mile,
Down the ribbon of highway,
Across the endless flat land?
There’s nothing greater
Than the pull of a son’s love
To a mother who cared from the very beginning
These unbreakable, unshakable bonds,
Forged by father and mother in ecstasy,
Continue on, a remembrance of love.
Chuck Connors, August 11, 2010
Speeding small universes whooshing along.
Dazzling head lights, light up the sky lights,
Cones of sight, cut through the inky forever.
Each month I go on--I take this journey.
West from the mountains,
East to the coast.
What drives me onward, mile after mile,
Down the ribbon of highway,
Across the endless flat land?
There’s nothing greater
Than the pull of a son’s love
To a mother who cared from the very beginning
These unbreakable, unshakable bonds,
Forged by father and mother in ecstasy,
Continue on, a remembrance of love.
Chuck Connors, August 11, 2010
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Nighttime in the Country
Nighttime in the country, the shadows dark and deep
Fireflies all a’ glitter, the frogs chirp a roaring peep!
The critters of the night move stealthily from bush to hay
The baby skunks and tiny possums come out to snack and play
The riot of nocturnal flowers, their scent so sweet and full
The first cutting of the hay, the greased implements in the shed of tools
I gaze across the land, breathe in the wonder of the night
Could it be that I am hungry for more than just the sight?
To live a good and just life, a life that gives back to all the rest
Sharing with each other is really the ultimate test
We stare up at the lights, each one alone it seems
What gains a man the whole world if he cannot share his dreams?
Nighttime in the country, the quiet takes my soul
Under a billion stars I once again become whole.
Chuck Connors, May 30, 2009
Fireflies all a’ glitter, the frogs chirp a roaring peep!
The critters of the night move stealthily from bush to hay
The baby skunks and tiny possums come out to snack and play
The riot of nocturnal flowers, their scent so sweet and full
The first cutting of the hay, the greased implements in the shed of tools
I gaze across the land, breathe in the wonder of the night
Could it be that I am hungry for more than just the sight?
To live a good and just life, a life that gives back to all the rest
Sharing with each other is really the ultimate test
We stare up at the lights, each one alone it seems
What gains a man the whole world if he cannot share his dreams?
Nighttime in the country, the quiet takes my soul
Under a billion stars I once again become whole.
Chuck Connors, May 30, 2009
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