Passages

Passages

Huddled in the corner

  Scared of the dark

Jesus walks the hallways of our life

  He's light in dark passages

He knocks on the door

  Inviting you out

Corridor before you

  No longer walk alone

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  #highplainspoet

Rustling

Rustling

Rustle of leaves high above

blue gray curtain covers sky

cloaks sun

as rest in the hammock

gazing skyward

through canopy of green

Daughter leaves after

long weekend home

transitions again

as season rustles

thoughts drift

like cotton clouds

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Transitions

Transitions (18-118Z)

Untangle roots

Earth soft in hand

Preparation for receiving

Raspberry bush

Slowly cover

What's uprooted

Soil embraces

Transplanted life

Thoroughly soak

Tendrils grab

Familiar earth

In new place

Phases

Suzie Q and Mattie

                Phases

Quietness with foal gone
Feed five flakes of hay to stallion
No commotion in the early morning moonlight
Barn silent as mare and foal leave empty space

Change of seasons accelerate
In one weekend three horses leave
Nine easy keepers left
Hush falls on property

Land notices the difference
No longer enough horses to keep fields down
Plump horses waddle
Angry they are locked out of fields during the day

Preparations for next phase of journey
As our nest becomes smaller
Soon another child stretches her wings
And just few more years with our youngest

Positioning and realigning
Our best days begin today
Today is the day of redemption
Now is the time to redeem

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-044A)

 

Pile of Shoes

        Pile of Shoes

A pile of shoes and boots

Lay in front of the door

With each passing year pile lessens

One out the nest, soon another

Pile of shoes reduced back down

To what it was when we first journeyed together

Two soles, two pairs of shoes with souls

Resting in a place we made home

A day will come when another family

Will call this farm home

Piles of shoes again will grow

Then wane in passing years

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-059B)

One Last Good Night

One Last Good Night

The last good night before everything changes,

Used to read you bed time stories,

Sing you a lullaby as rocked you to sleep.

Now you are all grown up and we can share joy and celebrate.

Can still be sad that one will be missing when say good night.

August 17, 2016, On last good night at home with son before going to college.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.