“An Old Farmer’s Smile”
The dirge of a battered life
Wrinkles his weathered face,
A life of work and little grace,
But in his eyes, there is still a fire,
And his smile is warm, like summer mires.
He surveys his earthy prize,
It speaks of love and toil and pride,
Of hard-won peace that can’t be denied,
For the dirt and sweat of his daily chore,
So when you see that farmer smile,
Take a moment, stay a while,
For his happiness is worth a fortune,
And his simple smile, a true accomplishment.
“A Bird’s Last Look”
The bird takes flight, with a weary sigh
Against a sky of blue, he soars high
His eyes take in, the world below
So much to see, he doesn’t know
Where to go, what to do
With just one life,
So he dips and dives, on graceful wing
A dance of life, a symphony to sing.
And as the sun sets in the west
The bird slows down, his time at rest
One final look, at what he’s known
Before he’s gone, and off he’s flown.