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Lee Schexnaydre Poem
Flying on a misty morn
The Blue Jay galavants
Knocking dewdrops to the ground
Clinging to a hedge's branch
Singing daydream melodies
Waking the blurry, yawning dawn
Shaking the dogwood's spring white limbs
Careless cavorting across the lawn
The live oak's bough's now twittle with life
As the Blue Jay feeds without dismay
Dewdrops dry with the light of morn
The Blue jay hurriedly flies away
Copyright © Lee Schexnaydre | Year Posted 2007
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At night she walks the desert
And her eyes see the living days
She sees the streams teem with life
She sees the souls enjoy their ways
She gazes on children playing in water
While the parents bask on the warm sands
Deer walk by, no longer afraid
Birds feed from the little one's hands
There are only smiles and laughter
The flowers' fragrances never die
Streams gently run and softly sing
The land lives happily in her eyes
Songs abound that no man knows
From tongues no longer strange
Ageless faces centuries old
Embrace each heartily once again
With a whim the wind passes, soft and cool
The moon can be seen in her eye
And while she dances the painted bosques
An eagle watches from the sky
And how she dances wild and free
She moves with the spirit of her native land
She calls out names that were never written
She smiles and holds her childrens' hands
She still hears drumbeats echo the heavens
And the ground vibrate from buffalo herds
She is at peace in a primitive land
She begins to sing forgotten words
Now daybreak begins to appear
And into the sunrise she slowly fades
She rests in the sky during the mortal's day
To anxiously await the sunset's blaze
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What will your brown eyes say
As I lay on the battlefield
While my blood stains the rocky soil
And my spirit rises to join the eagles
My spotted pony flees with fright
The soldiers take my feathered dress
With the wind I look and see your eyes
Though afar you seem to sense distress
I try to reach to hold our daughter
My body lies still and feels no pain
And now her face in the window
Brings my tears in a gentle rain
I fought the soldiers far from home
For you not to hear the rifles' shot
Nor the red canyons' shrill echoes
Of dying men and wounded mounts
What will your brown eyes say
When my pony walks home without me
I fought for our dance and songs to the stars
And I fought to keep our baby free
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Once I was told of a painter's life
Not one of fame, nor of strife
His heart applied colors, in loving tribute
His favorite subject was his wife
Though many paintings, left his side
His favorite ones covered, seemed to reside
In his Seventies he bared his lifelong love
Over one hundred works of his beautiful bride
If I lived to create works of art to you
Would you acknowledge, would you approve?
If I exposed my heart through oils or pen
Would you carefully guard my feelings true?
For the canvas I don't want to touch
If I cannot cherish it, forever such
Your beauty I see, I could not bear
Losing once I have felt your touch
Like the painter I long to honor you
With my heart pour countless poems to you
And when we are old, I will invite all
To read of a lifelong love so true
Copyright © Lee Schexnaydre | Year Posted 2007
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