Yellow Moon, The Neville Brothers

Yellow moon shining down

on all that lay below,

your gentle rays caress the earth

softening darkness’s hold.

Moving up and moving on

I watch the night mature.

Pondering all your mysteries

as you travel round our sphere.     Hansi Riley

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Moonlit Dreams

The night mist dances

slowly, gracefully

over the  darkening land.

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and as night deepens

she quickens in her journey.

There is much to do before dawn

on arrival she wastes no time

soothing, calming and inspiring

each to dream their beautiful dreams

and as peaceful slumber arrives

she smiles and swirls away

sharing more of her moonlit dreams. 

                                                         Hansi  Riley

Magic of Reading

sail away

Stay with me Oma

read to me some more.

For my mind is full of wonder

and your words

they open doors.

To travel and to ponder

over lands so far away.

Read to me Oma

and let us sail today.   Hansi Riley

 

 

Shame on the NFL Protests, so many men & women died protecting your butts, & you can’t even stand up out of respect for them. This is the wrong way to protest! American children are watching you, so get some ca-hones & stand up for your country!

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Just an Old Cowboy

Just an Old Cowboy ragged and worn

stains on his shirt with jeans thin and torn.

He moved kinda slow and talked slower still       Old Cowboy 2

but none of this fooled me

cause he’d tamed these wild hills,

and no man could make it

to his age in these parts.

Without being rugged and unless he was smart.

I entered the cabin and was looking around

when he signaled me over, to come sit down.

He rubbed the fingers of misshapen hands

as rough and gnarled as the lay of the land.

He gazed out the window and started to speak

as he started to going back in time.

He spoke of his horses and then of his wife

reminiscing bout good times he’d had.

He told of their  hardship, trouble and strife

that was all a part of the Cowboy life.

Then he spoke of his family

who’d brought him such joy

his beautiful daughters, the birth of their boy.

His eyes teared up and he turned away

saying; ’Loosing my wife,

took the best part of me, that day.’

Well I lost my Old Cowboy in his 86th year.

I still have his picture, and even now I can hear

his gravely voice, see those twinkling eyes.

I still visit his mountain,

cause that’s where he lies.           Hansi Riley