Wonders of my earthly days,
Brings forth many daily challenges,
Some with sorrow and some with laughter,
Yet every day is a new day.
Around every corner lurks trouble of some kind,
Allowing us to hide in the shadows,
Kicking around the problems that we carry,
And hoping that we have the solutions.
With droplets of water that passes before us,
Comes many new aspiring thoughts,
Showing us the ways that we never saw,
Making it easier for us to live.
Show thy wisdom as it were meant to be,
Sharing what you have learned,
So that many may benefit from your work,
With freedom to choose their path.
As a guiding light lights their path,
For many to profit in a days work,
From now till the end of time,
Which will bring hospitality to all.
Donald E. Horn
Copyright �2004 Donald Horn
I calmly sit here listening to the sound of the waves,
While watching the seagulls swarm,
It gives me a sense of being,
Yet so mild and peaceful.
The mind often wanders,
And thoughts of great ideas come about,
Yet I know that I am nowhere,
But still am somewhere.
The everlasting beauty of all things around me,
and with me,
allows me to marvel at how our exsistance has come about.
And again I still see many things that I haven't seen before,
The land and the ocean,
And all that is within,
Has indeed been allowed to co-exsist,
With truth and complete harmony.
Donald E. Horn
Copyright �2004 Donald Horn
A long and forgotten race has been found,
Of many kind and fierce warriors,
A proud nation of many lives,
Only wishing to be left alone.
Living up in the mountains,
Where most men would not venture,
Hiding in lost valleys and meadows,
Which has been untouched by modern society.
Speaking in an almost forgotten language,
They appear in the black of night,
As though they were just ghosts,
Moving about swift and quielty.
Then disappearing without a trace,
Hunting the game on which they need,
Using only the weapons they have used for many generations,
Making them almost invisable.
These poeple you will never see,
For they don't really exist,
Because they are the Dogmen.
Donald Horn
Copyright �2004 Donald Horn
Sweep with the winds of the north,
To bring a peace upon the mind,
So that you can bring forth,
The dirt that has been left behind.
Keep in mind of how clean it is,
Showing your pride from your efforts,
Shaping the area to show what it is,
And allowing freedom to be in the court.
Thus it will make you smile,
For being quite proud of your needs,
Finalizing your efforts for a while,
Keeping up with all of those deeds.
Now is the time to take a rest,
Because there is no more to do,
Drinking a glass of tea is the best,
And sitting on a chair until two.
Donald Horn
Copyright �2004 Donald Horn