The Explorer

A lad who once did set his foot

Upon the Lunar Dust

Who in the fullness of our time

The mysteries discussed

And slipped the surly bonds of Earth
To dance on silvered wings
Who pressed the limit of man's path
Achieved amazing things

Into the footless halls night
Where few have ever trod
And now he's even further flown
To touch the Face Of God

Dedicated To Neil Armstrong

Old Poetry

Moment's Glow

To bask so in the moment's glow
Though all may ever fail me
Is height and breadth and depth
Though all may ever fail me
Though all may ever fail me


From Whence We Came

Who knows what road winds on before
That swifts us from the open door
And takes us ever onward
Or back from whence we came

The milepost that we mark today
At mountains height or brilliant shore
Is it new, unknown to us
Or seemingly the same

Our feet grow weary when our steps return us at days end
To somewhere that we'd rather leave, yet seem to have always been 

So heed you well and know the path may end or quickly change
By taking step, right or left, to misfortune or fame


Nort' Win' Moan

Iron and Rock, Stick and Stone
Pop an' talk when the Nort' Win' moan
Icy fingers, in the bone
Fingers snap and spark be shown
Light the big fire, fry the scone
Love all day when the Nort' Win' moan