The clouds pass over a golden sky, The sun glimmering, Off of the leaves.
The long lone call of the loon on the lake, Brings memories back to me.
I remember a time not long ago, When life was all get up and go.
And I dreamed a dream of a far off land, Where life was simple and slow.
It took me all those years to find, These things were all in my reach.
All I had to do was open my eyes, And see the sands upon the beach.
The beauty I missed for all that time, From the rivers, the lakes and the streams.
Or the fragrant scent in a meadow, Or the smell of the old pine trees.
I�m glad I awoke this time in my life, To the wonders I�ll take time to see.
The Wolf and the Deer, the Rabbit, the Bear, Or the Hawk by the Moon,
Or that silly old Loon, The rush of a Brook or the last Path I took,
The hoot Owl at night, Or the Ducks taking flight,
The Goose, or a Wren or old Mother Hen.
These are the Wonders I�m going to see, A gift from God for You and Me
By Lloyd.H.BAKER. ?1999/4/1
As the sun sets over the Kaleden hills
We hear the mournful coyotes call.
We�ll dream of times like nursery rhymes
When the leaves turn brown in the fall.
As the snow descends on the mountain
And the cold takes its grip on the land.
The lakes they freeze from a winter breeze
And the icicles hang like a hand.
As the last of winter creeps across the valley
And the melting snow flows down to the sea.
We see the bears coming out of hibernation
And the great Eagle that�s flying so free
The sun from the west brings new life to bare
The trees with their blossoms so grand.
The meadow,the brook wherever you look
Is a painting by our fathers hand.
The grape on the vine, the fruit on the tree
The nut and vegetables to.
All things are fresh including the air
I�m glad I moved here with you.
The summer you see, Is heaven to me
Not like the bright bright lights of the City.
Its slow and tranquil , And the people are real
Not like the robots, That don�t have no pity.
Written by Lloyd H BAKER.
?1999/4/11
A well-aged traveler was trudging down the road,
With a smile on his face and a song on his lips;
He sang about the splendor of the land that lay ahead,
He sang about the children and all the books he read,
He sang about the glory and the wondrous one of all,
He sang about Lord Jesus Christ, He new he heard the call.
This traveler said to me that day, I hope you are feeling fine,
He said he couldn�t linger, He never had the time,
And he had to see the whole wide world, Before his time was through.
If man would only open his eyes! He could see it too.
But as we know some stupid men, All wrapped up in themselves,
Don�t give a care about their kids, Their wives, or know one else.
And as this traveler walked away, He said it's up to you,
To try to help these men wake up, and see they were children too.
This traveler had the right idea, If these men would only see,
The beauty they're destroying, They take from you and me.
This can�t go on forever, but as we all know it will.
Their Love for God is fading; their hearts...grow...cold...and still.
Written by Lloyd H Baker
?12/25/1999 (Boxy)
