Poetry for Living

By

Leigh Eaton

 

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Railroad Destinations

 

I don’t have any idea which is my favorite here… they are all good!  Calypso

 

“My Friend the Wind”

 

I listened to the wind, and he said "come go with me,

And I will show you things most folks will never see.

I wasn't sure if what I heard was really meant for me.

So I said quite loudly, I am ready if you can really do this for me.

  

He stooped down low so I could get on his wing,

And suddenly my heart began to sing.

Away we flew over mountains and deserts, and plain and trees.

Forests green and deep blue seas.

 

The wind said, "I am tired.  I think I'll rest a while"

So he sat me down on a lovely tropical isle.

I gaze in awe of flowers so rare, and sweet bird songs

Filled the air.

 

The wind came back and said "I’ll take you home today.

I said "No thanks, I like it here and here is

Where I'll stay!

 

Leigh show me what’s down the next road Eaton

 

“Rain”

 

It's raining in the Ozarks,

It's raining on the plain,

It's raining on the desert,

And even in old Spain.

 

It's raining in the mid-west,

It's raining on the sea

It's raining on the city streets,

And raining down on me.

 

The rivers all are flooded

The bridges washed away.

Smith mountain is an island

It's raining night and day,

 

I asked the sun if he ever

Would come back out to play.

He said "yes, but when I do come back, 

I'm coming back to stay."

   Then he said:

 ”P.S.  You had better enjoy the rain while you've got it!"

 

Leigh the rain lover

 

East Texas in the Pines

 

Well the sun is goin' down again, pine trees singin' in the wind, no coyotes   

     howlin'

No birds a-wingin'

Cause it's lonesome in East Texas in the pines.

I feel so all alone but I can make it on my own.  I'm leaving East Texas , I'm

     cuttin' loose ,because it's lonesome

In East Texas in the pines.

I'm gonna hit new ground; there's new stuff to be found,

Every thing will be just fine, cause it's lonesome in

East Texas in the pines.

Now I'm in the city crowd, too many people to be around

The music is just way too loud,

I'm goin' back to East Texas in the pines.

 

Leigh

“My Homeland”

 

Hills give way to prairies

And back to hills again

The woods are suddenly thicker

And it begins to rain.

 

"I must be headed to the shore

Where Texas meets the sky

Big ships come in and out of port,

And lovers say goodbye."

 

Where alligators rule the swamp,

Marshlands rule the bay

Mosquitoes rule the bayou

And it rains some more each day.

 

In the swamps, palmettos

Guard the orchids rare,

Where we strolled through forest glades,

And ironwood lines the trail of the bear.

 

No panthers roam the Thicket now,

Most of it is gone.

Only a little trace remains

Of what was once my home.

 

The Thicket is no longer thick

Too many feet have crost'

Cutting , burning and slashing

And never stop to count the cost.

 

" I must be headed to the shore

Where Texas meets the sky

Big ship sail in and out of port,

And lovers say goodbye"

 

Tree Hugger Leigh Eaton

 

“The Very Best Time of the Year!”

 

A nice, long summer has spoiled us all,

But that's all over, and now it's fall...

The trees will let their leaves drop down, some red and gold but mostly brown.

And even though the limbs are bare, sweet autumn scents will fill the air.

Burning leaves and fireplaces bright, and soon we'll have a spooky night.

Witches and goblins will knock on your door, looking for cookies and candy Galore.

A wise neighbor will never know who they are, even with folks waiting in the   

    car.

A prudent parent will examine each sack, (keep all the chocolate, give the rest

    of it back.)

And then comes the big old harvest moon, bringing romance as if it were June.

Then Thanksgiving comes: I can hardly wait to see how much food I can get on My plate.

              Leigh

 

White elephant parties are not for the weak;

Giraffes are silent...they cannot speak.

Puppies and kittens get fleas and such,

Lions and tigers will eat your lunch.

Let them alone and you will see

They won't bother you; they'll let you be.

 

Leigh

 

On Christmas eve I like to see

Gifts piled high under a big green tree.

But this year the tree will just stay bare.

I'm saving my money for traveling fare!

 

Leigh

 

 

“My West Texas Hideaway”

 

No pine trees singing in the wind,

No rain to beat a tattoo on my brain!

No thunder, no lightning, no limbs to break,

No branches to fall across the lane.

 

No stormy clouds churn in the sky,

No leaves to turn to gold

No grass to cut, no leaves to burn,

No need to come in from the cold.

 

The morning sun comes slowly,

But day lingers long and bright.

Nobody rushes from place to place,

And serenity comes at night.

 

Leigh

“To a Rain Lover”

 

A song lives in every drop of rain;

It sings to me on our window pane.

It may come down very fast or slow...no-matter; it makes the flowers grow.

 

It wets the land,, and muddies the sand,

Makes our royalty howl with pain.

It fills the ponds for horses and cows,

And blesses the roof of our lovely house.

 

Then it stops, and all dries up...

Not enough water to fill a cup.

Then the thunder booms and says "see, I told you there would be more rain."

 

Then it cools and soothes and help us snooze,

When once again it sings to us on our window pane!

 

From a fellow-rain lover.

 

Leigh Eaton (Doodsie)

 

“Good Mornin'”

 

A big jet flew over me today.

Not many of them come this way.

It could be a star of rock 'n' roll.

                                   More likely just the Border Patrol!

 

“Ode from Desert Rat

 

The desert sand is dry and warm,

Unbroken stillness across the land.

But is it really what it seems?

Just watch and then you'll understand.

 

The cacti and the barren branches

Come to life in the strangest way.

A little cold and a little rain,

And everything changes in just a day.

 

Blossoms on the fearsome thorns

Become an awesome sight.

In all the colors of the rainbow,

Blended together in a carpet of bright.

 

When the rain is gone, and

The flowering's done, and the sand is dry again,

The cacti hides to bloom once more

When the Good Lord sends the rain!

 

P.S.

Lord, we know that Mark Twain said "God sends rain when we deserve it, but remember Lord, Mark Twain never lived in West Texas!

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