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Brave Pioneers

Clandestine prairie schooners sail ‘cross to sanctuary,

Searching for a foothold, finding no hope or beacon

As destined to failure as the passing desert estuaries

Yet winding through the wilderness, from their dreams not woken

The switchblades of verdure brood crude vicious curses

Harmoniously flaunting a sound cruel and haunting

With each gust of wind their bitter loyalty reverses

Listen to the groans of those whose life was soon wanting

Wagon wheel-spokes speak, creaking creepily in remembrance

Ropes taut and sails furled the prairie schooner’s breath spent

The Dragon screams wearily, seeking a wild and fiery vengeance

Filthy stream of curses in the storm, hell-bent on torment

Forfeited profit is the product of God’s wrath

Grapeshot whipping swathes in the wildfires raging

Molten cash crops embalmed in smoldering bath

Raining the wet breath of death ‘till Autumn’s moist caging

The winds whirl and oxen bellow, sailors straining and helplessly praying

Betwixt ransom and maelstrom the ship twists an ignoble wrestle

Gunpowder roars and fires crackle as rigging and tackle tangle whilst belaying

And yet the pounding forge passes releasing the battle-proven vessel

Waterless ocean, yet fearlessly as open

Brown bleached grasses strewn dead like dry bones

Cloned Davy Jones’ locker from their aquamarine brethren

These wave breakers lap at the strapped mountains grown

Glorious Terra Firma is stern with trespassing plantations

Welcoming visitors with cold hearted hospitality

The riches within are considered temptation

And forever beyond reach, just a mental reality

Nevertheless, nightmares still remain, waiting in the depths to stir the beast

Ascertaining the pain to prepare amongst the survivors cavalier

Taking care where they travel, they trod with faces creased

Yet this is home to these people, these brave pioneers

Summit

A

Snow

Stricken

Summit serenely

Spears the shifty stripes of

Shaken sunshine, striking the silent

Shroud of absent sound, it stands, summoning

The strongest and strangest to its stark shores.

Surely this sample of stalwart sculpture stamps a sense

                    Of synthetic security, a surreal spirit surrounding the soul with a

   Soothing stillness. Yet this sure support ceases with subsequent strides

          Skyward, suffering a stately zephyr to storm and squall, screaming and seething

      At the sinner stealing a sight of the saintly. This snow stricken summit serenely spans

    The seven seasons. Spacious and secluded, this silentious superior surrenders to Nobody.

Random Poetry

Thought I'd post this..... some impromptu poetry I wrote at Bible Study:

Homage to the Tetons

The Pine

A snap of a twig, needles break beneath

Soft carpet sewn carefully

Life’s seeds sown sparingly

Yet these short stubby pines drop veritable cornucopias

Only defrocked through spark throwing fire

And resisting corruption to form the next city of spires

The Tributary

The dribbling dripping stream bubbles and boils through broken cauldrons

Liquid snow flowing amidst the gentle newborn flowers

The mountain face melts in the way of this race

Rushing and crushing the rocks in the path

Brace yourself now, before you step in this bath

The Wind

The wind is the bard of the bare hard stone

Whipping and stripping the barren tundra’s life

It sings a solemn mass in its long-storied bones,

And moans of the past, of internal strife

Watch your hat as you go, know well that it might

Blow slow down the mount, and count well with the rest

At the crest of its power in the cold clear night

Emptiness withholding, its withering welcome blest

 

College!

Welllllllllllllllllll............

I finished "the Search."
Finally.

And I am looking forward to next fall.

It will be completely different than now.



Now, I'm homeschooled. I go to music rehearsals. Drive a lot. And some more. School is relaxed, circumstantial, almost.

Next year..... 

Dorms, regular class times, varsity sports, cafeteria food (not that bad actually).

Fun. My friends will form an integral part of my life next year. If I make new friends ;).....

The hardest part will be living a distance away from my current friends. Though many are also going away to college, my church and swim team and music groups will be back at home, along with the memories.

A couple thoughts.