| My Poetry 3 |
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| Sorrows End The lone warrior sat motionless His head was hung low The Great Spirits had left him With nowhere to go His tribe had been scattered By the winds of change Civilization had arrived And left him with no name So with his head hung low And his future to mend He sits in his saddle On the way to sorrow's end. Written by David Maynard in 1992 copywrite 1992 |
| Do You Know ? Do you know what its like to care about someone who only thinks of you as a friend? Let me tell you� Your heart goes out to touch the world As your feelings search for love You meet someone special in your eyes And your hope climbs to the sky above Every time you see them your spirit lifts And every time they leave it will fall You think of them often with a lazy smile As your shyness begins to build a wall They see you as a very good friend Who will be there in a time of need They can't see your true feelings though Because your shyness imprisons your dream Your imprisoned dream remains with you As you try to tear down the wall But this hope is a fragile thing And if it breaks your heart will fall The pain is great when you love and lose And given time the hurt will fade away But to have never loved at all Is greater though as it hurts day after day To them you remain a forever friend To share fun times throughout the years Never seeing the love you contain Or the fragile heart that is so near Forever it remains this way As you keep your heart filled with strife Never being able to break the wall of shyness That will end this lonely life And so my friend, the answer is clear As the pain will tell you from my heart Love hurts and, yes, its true, but It also tears your dreams apart. Copywrite 1993 david m maynard |
| The Last One As clouds sail across a painted sky The Great Spirit looks down upon his son A feeling of sadness fills the air For in this world he is the only one His tribe was mighty as it roamed the land A proud race where there was no shame But their end came quickly though In the war when the white man came His people lay scattered in their broken homes As the white man raped their land Slavery and death reigned supreme For the tribe's end was close at hand The Great Spirit bowed his head in defeat As he realized the white man had won He shed's a tear for his remaining child For he knows that he's the last one. Written by David Maynard in 1993 copywrite 1993 |
| Dead Tired I'm tired, so very tired My bones are weak My hope lies destroyed My future is bleak My dreams are gone My wounds are deep My feelings are dead Time for endless sleep My soul has fled My body remains Memories of me An unfading stain My sorrow flows From day to day Its time to quit And go away Fare thee well Those I call friend Sorry you knew me This is the end I shall leave now This life complete My eyes are closed Hidden by a sheet My body lies still Death making it cold I am gone now Never again to hold. Copywrite 2002 david m maynard |
| The Lonesome Cowboy The blood red rays of the setting sun Cast long shadows across the arid land The coyote's muster for their nightly howl To stir the soul of this single man He sits quietly tending to his needs Lights his smoke from his warming fire Tilting his hat and leaning back he takes a drag And ponders the future his dreams will sire His horse feeds quietly on the brush that is near Keeping close to his master on this solemn night The coyote's begin their mournful wail The cowboy settles in for the moons waxing light His bedroll he unfurls by the flickering fire The popping cinders dancing with joy The desert air carries the evening sounds As gentle reminders that he is the lonesome cowboy. Written by David Maynard in 1992 copywrite 1992 |
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