John Denver Poetry Tribute Page!
I think of you every day!!
by Darcey Anne Farrow
I can still hear you
Speaking to me
Softly, sweetly
Your words so much clearer than mine
Distinctly understood
It is as though you never left.
I can still see you
Looking at me
Seeing beauty in just everything
Your eyes, twinkling
Shining brilliantly
For all the world to see.
The sunset glares thru glass windows
Pink hues, golden light
Intense caramel brown
A HEAVENLY sight
When I am down.
I can still feel you
Touching me
Deeply, strongly
Your voice caressing my very soul
Helping me bring my dreams to reality.
My heart overflows with love and tenderness
Only returned in your delightful, melodious tunes
Your songs of life, your reasons for being
I treasure your poetry most of all.
Your words are without a doubt
Your legacy to the world, to our world'
Each song fitted to your personality
Your words fearlessly speaking the truth
I will always love you
Dear, kind-hearted, beloved JOHN
For all of the rest of my days.
C. 20/4/02
by Darcey Anne Farrow
Preparing for lift off, an eagle takes flight
In the warmth of the beautiful sunshine
Coming to sit and rest on his aerie so rocky
Way above sea level high in the mountains
Almost up toHEAVEN, where in lies the spirit
Which at night brings to us our deepest dreams.
Sometimes troublesome, sometimes nice are our dreams
Taking us to different places, giving us lift off in flight
Sometimes not really ever seeing the shining sunshine
Being led to someplace very far away and rocky
Close to the high end tops of the mountains
Yet bringing a renewed strength to our spirit.
On eagle wings, so soars our spirit
And with it our unknown many dreams
Not knowing when or where they will take flight
In the growing, blazing rays of the sunshine
Thinking of somewhere magnificent yet rocky
As splendid and wonderful as the mountains.
Calling them our secong home, the moutains
Where ever changing, ever growing is our spirit
And wishes turn our most fanciful dreams
Into a most fantastic journey of flight
Reaching higher still to grab the sunshine
Whether they are calm or even if they are rocky.
High above the cliffs where it is rocky
Way above the peaks opf the glorious mountains
Flys with total reckless abandon our spirit
Whirling us away to the land of lollipops and dreams
Making us notice our each and every flight
Bringing to us the brightness of the sunshine.
The morning begins as comes on the sunshine
Erasing yesterday's days oh so extremely rocky
Rising up over the beautous, wondrous moutains
Regrouping our thoughts, our lives and our spirit
Helping us to achieve our many, many dreams
And soar into mighty and very grand flight.
The flight on eagles wings, soars us to very rocky heights
The sunshine hovering on our faces
always giving light to our spirit
And as the mountains rise above the rooftops,
Our dreams become reality.
C. 8/9/01
by Darcey Anne Farrow
I see a gentleman
Standing on a small stage
12 string guitar in hand
Singing songs from the ages
Some classics, some well known
By the audience in the room
Remembrances of days gone by
A salute to a singer and a poet
Whose days came quickly to an end.
He sang of cities and towns
Of war and PEACE
Of dreams and promises to keep
He sang of nature
Such a lovelier sound I've not heard
Speaking volumes
In every meaning of every word.
The innocent children
The rainbows so HEAVEN sent
The flowers so sweetly smelling
A quiet room, hearts beating
Hands clasping, no one yelling
Relaxing, sitting just relaxing
Swept away by the tunes
Played ans sung by the balladeer
Taken back to concerts
Of my younger days
Memories not yet faded
Not yet in haze,
With luck they will remain
In my heart forever.
Country styles of "Back Home Again"
Simpler days, simpler ways
Yet eve then times were tough
JD is your SPIRIT here?
Are you near?
Can you feel the love in this room?
Where ever you are
We wil follow you
To the end of the stars.
The taxi is waiting
But, I've no longing to go
My feet seem stuck on this spot
In this day and time
I know the reason for this rhyme
And I know I have to go.
Now, JOHN you can dance
Upon as many falling stars as you wish
--Though I really do miss oyu
As do many of your supporters
Is love still out there?
Can anyone get a piece,
Or is it just for a select few?
My senses awakened
At the sound of your voice.
Nature is alive and well
It's all around you,
It surrounds you
It is part of you
Flying high on a horse's back
Having a race with the wind
No one winning, neither myself
Nor the wind.
We can have a harmonious world
If only we try harderk
Just letting it be
Today, always today
Not tomorrow but today
Relpayed by request
Sweet, oh so sweet!
Oh what a rocky mountain high
I think that I let out sigh.
What is love?
If not a game of give and take
A life duet that we can make
A peaceful mountain life
Something I could get used to
A ride on the *Dreamland Express*
How wonderful
How love stirring
How grand!
As the night approcahes
The music sounds better
Somehow seemingly more beautiful
As the night comes to a close
I remembered the beauty
of a Rose in Winter
Played on a Summer day
Thinking of Colorado
of Dale, Roy and of JD
And the many *Happy Trails*
That we have traveled
on our life's journey.
C. 17/6/01
In dedication to Meg MPDREAMER1
and also to Fr. Jim Rosch who played this concert for us as well as
Sr. John Denver.
by Darcey Anne Farrow
As I stare in the mirror made of glass
I am able to catch sight of my beloved
And I notice I am there also
We are walking hand in hand
On a deserted beach
Feeling the warmth of the sand
In amongst our toes
While every once and again
The warm water rushes over our feet.
There is music in the air
Which I am straining to hear
Which whispers in the wind
"If ever I get the chance to love you"
We are danncing with each other
When next I place a hand
To my beloved's right cheek
Our eyes meeting in a strong gaze
There is magic in the air
As my beloved lifts me towards the Heavens
To be face to face
As our lips touch
One to the other
For a brief moment in time.
I look behind me momentarily
And then I turn back
I smile and reach out
To touch the mirror
As if I could somehow
Lay a hand on the other side
As one lone tear
Falls from my eye.
C.4/12/01
by Darcey Anne Farrow
Deep in pensive thought
Contemplating nothing
Yet everything
His stillness
His oneness
Can be seen by all.
The photographs are many
laid out on a table
The face is the same
yet different
The dimples that appear
At even the hint of a smile
are most incredible to see.
So serious
Yet playfull
So refined
Yet so reformed
So vibrant
Yet indifferent.
Sitting on a fence
or a rock by the ocean
Just spending the day
Thinking about everything
and nothing.
He looks like an ANGEL
With the appearance of an infant
The face ruined by age
Thus we know he is no longer a child
But, his heart is bigger than all.
C.25/10/01
by Darcey Anne Farrow
Soaring with eagles
Is so what you wanted
But not in my power to give
Your memory will not be forgotten
For it is so what I need
For me to be able to live.
Dreams of snowy, Rocky Mountains
Comie into my head
When I am in bed, fast asleep
Mysterious magical ways
of the dream weaver
Giving life to dormant thoughts.
Daily I think of you
Always in mine heart ye be
Any other way
I would not wish it
Only that I did not miss you so much.
And lives have been altered
Never a doubt; all due to you
And your wonderful, enchanting music
Your words of wisdom.
I cried me a river of
Near overflowing tears
When I have listened to
your poetry over the years
Until the very day your precious, glorious mountains I see
Dreams of snowy, Rocky Mountains
Will forever come to me.
Dear, Sweet John,
You have your wings now
You can take flight.
C. 22/01/02
