SWEET DIANA
Endless visions given in time
Of a beauthful girl back in 72
Sweet Diana was her name
Who drove all the boys insane
Dee Dee was one of a kind
Gal certainly ahead of her time
Her sweet smile dazzling red hair
Fair creamy freckled skin
My eyes used to wonder always to her chair
Memories of you walking down the halls
Brazil Junior high
Remember the stairs
where us boys used to hide
Spy the girls as they walked by
Daydreams of another time
Not so long ago
Oh Sweet Diana
How I wish you could have been mine
BY David L.Walker � 3-16-81 (d4)
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PIPERS LOST SONG OF TOMMOROW
Quiet whispering of the winds of tommorow
Stay true to the paths of today
Where a heart has gone to stay
Distances I once knew are gone forever
Within the mindless primative lives on
Piper of yesteryear no longer knows his song
He wanders aimlessly through the roses and thorns
Where his listless heart continues to live on
Sun of too many days upon the horizon
Twilight and darkness a welcome repreive
From the days he no longer sees clearly
March the madman through the tangled undergrowth
Upon this scene of my mangled mind that dreams
All the roads I have trodden unknown
Without the love to show me the way
and I take in the gloom of another struggle within
For what realties can one man change in the wilderness
This place where no safe haven exists
Just the memories of a youth that has passed away
Only to be a distant memory
DO you see my heart can you read its meaning
Can you take away its longing
And the growing silence under the trees
WHere birds has somehow forgotten their song
Here my heart lingers on for just a hope
For just a dream from planted seed
Just a scene to awaken lost dreams
To fill a empty heart full of timeless regret
If you can be please free my heart from within me
So the piper may anew his sweet song
Unto the days that are not so long
and once again fill the birds with song
BY David L. Walker � 9-27-04
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BROKEN PANES
Window Panes of broken glass
Place of many memories
Shared in the past
Place of youth
An earlier time in the sun
Witness the lives
That are now done
Hear the laughter
Now grown silent
From an easy chair
next to the door
Sounds of music
Playing of an old guitar
Dads voice fills the air
Now nothing left
But Broken panes
and a empty chair
BY DavidL.Walker � 10-11-98
Dedicated To Lester L.Walker
1923-1998
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