Guildford Windley

She wore a Ribbon of Red, White, and Blue
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It was at the state fair, that summer day
She had a ribbon in her hair, Red, white and blue
After we rode on the carousel, I propose
I was all dress in my new army uniform
As I got down on my knee, she said yes
That is how my childhood friend became my wife
We did not have much money it was a simple wedding
She had on her mother’s wedding gown, and a ribbon of red, white and blue in her hair
I was nineteen she was eighteen
We only had one night together
A family friend let us use a small cottage on his farm.
The very next day I had to leave to return to my army unit
She wore a ribbon in her hair of red, white and blue to send me off at the rail station. I can still see her standing on the platform as the train pulled away
She took off the ribbon of red, white and blue
And was waving it in the air as the train pulled out of sight that would be the last time I would see her alive
Being from a small farm in Central California going to the east coast was quite an adventure; I never realize how big this country is and all the beauty that we saw made me marvel
After six weeks at our new camp in South Carolina
We were to ship out no one know where we were going, but we all know we were heading for the war in Europe
I had been writing my beloved every day and telling
Her about all the things that I have seen
She wrote me to and would always send a picture of her with a ribbon of red, white and blue in her hair
The voyage across the sea was not easy, a lot of us got very sick and the ship was crowded
Will we made it to the south coast of England
The word was there was going to be an invasion but no one knows where and when
I keep writing letters to my darling, but I had not gotten a letter from her for a while, then on the first of June her letters arrive there were thirty –five letters and each had a ribbon of red, white and blue in them
Well for the next couple of days I was busy reading the guys tease me about the ribbons, but I did not care they were from the love of my life
Will before I knew it the ships were underway, the god I have never seen so many ships there were thousands of ships of all kinds
We were told that we were heading across the English Channel
It was the sixth of June as we were loaded into the boats, we headed for shore
I recall the rumble of the engine and the rocking of the boat, I had my head down close to the well deck
I could hear the sound of explosions but I just looked down at the deck
As we hit the beach the ramp drop to show a broad expanse of sand, barriers of barbed wire and other fortifications
Bullets were flying everywhere as we rush of the boat several men went down within the next few moments
I could hear screams of pain and crying and lots of yelling as I ran up the beach to the first sand dune
I hit the ground as bullets fly by, everywhere explosions sand flying in the air
The Serge said let’s go men; I jump up and started to go when suddenly there was a white flash
That was my last moment on earth; my hold left side was blown away, that was seventy- four years ago
Although my earthy life was gone I would return to my earthy remains burned in Normandy France
For years that girl with the ribbon in her hair
Would come with my family at first, then as time passed and my mom and dad had died it would be her; she never remarried for she could only give her heart to her one and only.
I would be waiting when she comes each year was just the same she would place a bouquet of red roses wrapped in a ribbon of red, white and blue.
As she stood there with tears in her eyes my spirit would try to comfort her I would engulf her in my essence, and at that moment my soul would touch her soul, and I would whisper my love for her.
As the years went by I could see each change as she aged from a young beautiful girl of 18 with auburn hair, to an elderly woman with a face full life her hair now almost all white. Ah but she still as beautiful as the day way back then at the fair when I asked for her hand.
But this year I shall not return to that grave, for I now stand at heaven’s gate, for her soul is on its way
There over there as a figure appears through the clouds, she approaches, my girl so young with a ribbon of red, white and blue in her hair
As we meet our arms wrapped around each other
We kiss, and turn I take my girl’s hand what we did not have in life, we will have in the afterlife and it will be forever!
Guildford H Windley
November 14, 2018

The Clock is ticking
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Tick tock, tick tock
The clock is ticking
Tick tock, tick tock
The clock is ticking
Our eyes, they are not focus
We see only the distractions
Tick tock, tick tock
The time is running out
What we had, will be gone
It just takes a wave of the hand
Some Stormtroopers to knock you around
Tick tock, that clock is running out of time
Your freedom, my freedom gone in a flash
Clenched fist, stand up resist
Our time is running out,
The Constitution that we cherish is being trashed
By those who hold the power, they use our Constitution as a weapon on us
Those who see only the people in power
Local, state and federal
Do not see those who pull the strings
A corruption fills the veins of those who took an oath
Democracies fall, when the people have little voice
Tick tock, time is running out!
Guildford H Windley
November 10, 2018

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Where is the Heart
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Where is the heart when there is so much pain?
Where is the heart when the tears flow like rain?
Where is the heart when there are no words that can be spoken?
Where is the heart when the brain is so numb?
My soul is torn; my heart has been ripped out it’s broken
No sense to these actions; no peace to this violence
No changes, for we might offend our masters
Yet we go about our day, until the next field of killing
No lessons to be learned; we care, for the moment
We bury the dead and care for the wounded
We all say how terrible, we offer our thoughts and prayers then close our eyes and ears to the problem
Some will say it’s too bad that a good guy with a gun was not there to save the day, but those who talk about this, forget the good guys with guns who got shot too
Let’s not forget before the shooter open fire, those same folks would have said he was a good guy with a gun
No, we won’t learn from this slaughter, just like all the other will cry for a time then go about our business
Change won’t come as long as the dead are not those who control this land!
Guildford H Windley
November 8, 2018

So You Didn’t Vote
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So you did not vote, it was so inconvenient
To busy were you, politics did not suit you
Yes you know there were problems but too many for you to understand, too much thought was needed, and hell you could be out drinking beer with your friends
So much violence by those who wanted things the way they wanted, who knows they may have the answers
Yes it’s easy to turn your head and not see the violence
Being wage against those not like you
You know that what is happing is wrong, but drink another beer and joke with your friends
Forget the hate, after all, they are gay, they are Jews, they are black and brown, and they are women.
Hey why should you care, voting is such a pain it not worth it, let someone else do it, hell you could care less
Who has the job, after all, they are all just crooks out to enrich themselves.
Yea, just keep on partying, checking on all the girls, play your cards right you might get laid tonight
Yea who has time to vote; in the end, things will be just fine.
Well, how did it go my friend: In that year you did not vote in your homeland of Germany in 1932?
Hitler party rose to power in the Reichstag by 1933 The German President Hindenburg gave up his power by naming Hitler Chancellor the rest is history
Yes your right you have only one vote and it would not have made a difference, but you didn’t even try
Now that you’re dead looking into the face of God
Show him the hand your hands the ones you did not use to vote.
Do now see the blood of millions, those who died because you did not vote
Does your soul feel the pain of all that human suffering?
Yes you can protest to God, it is not your fault
But then again you watch and did not care to vote and in the end, you did not take a stand; but what did you do you raise your right hand and said, Heil Hitler.
So, in the end, I guess actions were your vote!
Guildford H Windley
November 3, 2018

The Cold November
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Sadness falls to me, this November morn
As the leaves fall from the trees, a gentle wind does blow
The coldness of the dark is creeping in
As we scurry before the winter comes
All Creatures know of the coming snow
A need to find a place to settle and food to see us through the long winter’s night
The coldness in the November air grows crisp and chills the bone
Sun seems so far away on these lazy short days
The mood of people change, despair fills the air
The coming of December song, mean darkness to the soul, for the light of the day will fade and the sky will turn to snow.
Not much to do my friend, until the coming of spring
Now is natures turn to sleep in the coldness of this long night
I trust you will have shelter, a warm fire and food, and drink
One can be merry in and find joy during the winter solace and through those long winter night
But what of those who have no shelter, those that have little food and water, yes those poor souls that are human fodder discards from our social grace
They have neither voice nor face they simply exist
They are but a nuisance as we go about our way,
We have dehumanized them in every way ignore their needs to turn our backs and walk away
Yet we celebrate in houses of worship how pious that we are the words of God we heed
Yet on the street those in need we do not see
But if we took one minute to look into their eyes we would see the face of God!

Guildford H Windley
November 2, 2018

A Haunting of Emotions
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As I sat there in the darkened room
At my desk was I, my only light was the flickering candles
That threw shadows on the wall nearby
As I wrote my confession for the crime that I have done
My thoughts drift to sweet Eloise, my love, oh what have I done.
In my rage of jealousy, I plunged a knife into her chest
For I feared I was losing her to some other man
She told me there was no other
But I would not believe her, for I saw him with her as they left the Miller’s place they walked down the street until they reach the corner, he hugged her and gave her a kiss upon the cheek.
This made my blood curdle and I went into a rage
I return to my home; there in my lonely room my anger at this betrayal grew stronger.
On the next eve, I went to Eloise home where I confronted her, I grab her and slapped her on the face and said to her, how could you betray me?
I can remember the look of terror in her eyes as she begs me not to hurt her, she said my God, please know, I have never betrayed you.
This is the last I remember as my anger boiled over at some point I took a knife and thrust it in her.
She fell within my arms, her face so pale and twisted with pain, she looked up to me and cry why have done this, after I gave you my heart.
I told her about seeing her depart the Millers house with another man.
She looked at me, with vengeance in her voice
You have taken my life for a brief encounter with a friend of mine. The man you saw, I have known since I was a child
His wife just died in childbirth, he was at the Miller’s because they’re relatives.
Upon my last breath, I put a curse on you that your uncontrolled anger will be your destruction she said to me.
Late that night I took her body, which I had placed in an old large burlap bag, down to the river, I put some heavy rocks inside the bag for weight, then I push her into cold dark waters and watch as she sank.
That was three weeks ago and I still feel so much bitterness that this curse has befallen me. The guilt I have is so great, but I must not let it get to me. So I came up with this Idea I will write out a confession to clear my soul of this dastardly deed, I will then burn it in the fireplace releasing me of her curse.
Now as I sit here my desk writing this all down I pause to take another sip of whiskey, I just realize I have been drinking whiskey all day, too much I fear.
Then I heard a noise and I looked up in the flickering of the candle lights, I could see a strange figure on the wall, is there someone there, I cried.
But, no there’s no one and there is no figure on the wall it must be my imagination at work, too much liquor in me I said.
Now I hear footsteps behind me and swiftly turn in my seat but there is no one there.
As I drank some more, I thought I hear a voice, could that be sweet Eloise returning from her watery grave. The sound of a voice seems to be coming from everywhere.
I heard more sounds as if someone was nearby but when I look no one was there
Now my anger started to stir, and I felt rage that someone was in my house and was out to get me.
Again there was that sound and a voice from down in the basement. I had enough; I took one last sip of whiskey and push away from my table. I left my pin and the paper with my confession on the table. I pick up my candelabra
And retreated to the kitchen, there I found a butcher knife and then I proceeded to check the basement, but before I could, I heard her voice and look into a mirror in the hallway, there I saw her twisted face, with blood flowing from her mouth and eyes, then she faded away into the night. I ran to my table for another drink, I was in such a fright, it mixed with my growing anger, that anger was now boiling over with rage. I had killed her, how could she dare come back. I must find her and finish the job before she tells someone.
As I was drinking, I heard her laughing at me and taunting me to come to find her. Where are you, I cried show yourself I said, but no. she did not appear. Then I heard the noise as if someone was in the basement, there was that haunting laugh again, that was the sound coming from downstairs. Now livid with anger, to the point that I was deranged and also In my drunken state, I pick up the butcher knife and the candelabra and headed for the door to the basement.
In a sweet voice, I call out for Eloise, come my dear Eloise to your lover. Show yourself, my love. I open the door and started down into the darkness. I could now hear her voice calling to me, taunting me, and laughing at me I‘m now at the point of insanity driven by my anger and rage.
As I descendant down into the darkness with just the flickering of my candles, I reach mid-point, her voice haunted me again, but this time it was just a whisper in my ear. I froze in fear, where was she, and then out of nowhere, she confronted me her vision floated right in front of my eyes. I was startled and thrown off balance, but in a fit of rage, I thrust the knife at her.
But it went through mid-air her for she was not there, but in so doing, I lost my balance and started to tumble down the stairs and while doing so the butcher knife penetrated my chest, blood started rushing from me as the pain became intense, I could feel my life force slipping away from me.
As I lay at the bottom of the stairs, she once again appeared; she was just floating above me and looks at me with scorn. She said you threw away our love a love that was true, the love I gave to you, because of the anger in your heart. You took my life, so my revenge was the curse I placed on you.
You took your own life with your own knife; it was the anger and the rage that overtook you and drove you to insanity. Yes, you took your own life, now with your death, I’ll be free, heaven awaits me. For you the sin, that you’ll take to the grave, hell awaits with the agony that you deserve!
Guildford H Windley
October 27, 2018

The torment and the Ecstasy that is love
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The pain I feel deep within
The walls that hold me back
For the truth that I know but cannot say
My tears flow like the rain down my face
I know but cannot find the words I want to say
My love must know of this burden that I carry
Of the torment and of the ecstasy
The pain must show each time we kiss and turn away
The hugs that are distant and those of great passion
Why my hunger goes unfilled, and I lust for you still
To see me as I am, a shadow on the wall
She knows not who I am or what’s my fate
For death or life is not so clear
Upon the burden, one’s heart must bear
Love is so fluid and fleeing
Time spent in each other’s embrace
Are too few, the love we know can disappear
When two hearts grow apart and go there different ways
Life is not a laid out plan; what you thought would be, May change
But with this struggle deep within my soul
The guiding light and the passion of your heart
To fight the demons that hold me down
To cling to this broken love that burns within my soul
For salvation that I seek will only come with your devotion
Guildford H Windley
October 14, 2018

How Do They Do It
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How do they do it?
This I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW
For it sure not their people skills
The things they say
May hold sway over the gullible
On one hand, they applaud
All their own corruption
Their base, they do love it
They think nothing of being robbed
Because of the Republicans rhetoric
Sings to their hate, and the mob mentality
Besides, they always have Obama and Hillary to blame
How do they do it, these Republicans?
The power that they keep is beyond me
They cling to power like a fungus
They only appeal to the greed` and hate that people feel, their own lack of self-worth, they take out their frustration on others that don’t fit their mold
There is way more Democrat then these here little rats
But for what reason the power rest in the hands of this band of crooks
The Democrats for what is worth do not play by the same rules, for the most part, they tell the truth
Oh the Democrats have their share of crooks, sexual assaulters and others
They seem to bring scandal to the headlines and fall from grace pulling down the party
But not so republicans, when it happens to them
They laugh and say boys will be boys
They don’t care that it’s at your expense
How do they do it, keep on winning elections
Well it’s no secret
Let me tell you how
For the most part, they cheat
But that’s not all
The apathy of the public is the main reason
They just don’t vote
Freedom my friends come with a price
Being informed and participation
The Republicans work for the very rich and corporations
The Democrats are not perfect and they need to clean up their act
An informed public is what this land needs to keeps our liberties
A Republic that works for the people, not the money
It not easy but the gift of this country came with a price it was built on the blood, pain of, and sweat of many:
The natives, the Blacks and other of color
Immigrants from all parts of the world
Religions of all types, and those that have none
Cultures brought and shared; Are what makes this country great
We have principles and share beliefs
The people we serve and have fought for all of these things
They fought and they died, and do to this day
For the living Constitution do they stand guard and defend
Now is the time to take your stand
For the problem is not how do they do it
The solution my friend is how do we win
The answer has always been getting off your butt and
Vote!

Guildford H Windley
October 12, 2018

The wind of change is a blowing
Those mountains that seem too high to climb just a year ago
Now seem to be not so tall
The voices of those that were lost, now people are listening
The Puppets on a string, from corporate masters, do they sing
They lie and distort to keep you a guessing
The rule of law is bent to meet their needs
The people will, does not matter
But they do what is needed to serve their master
The base that holds them in power
Is blinded by, what lies these politicians say
There are drums of hate; a fake sense of being, us against them
Winds of change are coming, the spell is fading, and the people are awakening
Freedom wall is cracking and we now need to do some repairing
The need to vote as not had a greater time than now
The voices of the people, led by the rise of women are singing a freedom song
If we don’t stand up for ourselves no one will
We are heading for a crossroads; one way will take us to hell
The other is not easy but it’s worth the price
A call to raise my Sisters and Brothers let your voice matter
Sing freedom song, and vote strong don’t those in power stop you
Freedom carries a price, as our forefathers and mothers shed their blood to keep us free
Now, it is your turn a call to arms to right this ship of state
Without you vote we will fail and more power will be legislated
To the powerful few, and our Constitution will be null and void!
Guildford H Windley
October 9, 2018

The course of this country
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Where do we put women the Republican asked?
Well, of course, they will say, women should do what old white man say
They are to stay quiet and to accept their fate
This is not the time to challenge men
Those of you who do will know there is a price to pay
The power of the oligarchy lays sway over the people
The money that they have can turn truth into a lie
You stand up to them and they’ll crush you like an empty can
Even though the people rise up, it concerns them not
For the money that they spend to keep the people down
The lies they sell, are brought by the ones that think that they are being empowered, they’re not
Put down the rise of women, put down the people of color
Uses those of a different sexual preference to create hate and make another feel superior
For Republicans to win so as to serve their master wants
The use of being a bully sells, with hateful words to drown out the reason
A handmaid’s tale is what these old white guys seek
As for the blacks and other of color a thump on them to keep them down and profit from their misery
It’s slavery that we have, but it’s done with discrete, open your mouth and the cops will gun you down on the street
The election that we have are not truly free, there are mischief and deceit
For control of the power keeps their wealth in place
The Republicans keep saying that the judges on the highest court need to keep to the original letter of the Constitution
Yes, one written for and by white men!
Guildford H Windley
October 5, 2018

The Woman On the Pier
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On the old wooden dock, I see her every day
In her long gown of blue, quite the lady I would say
I watch her from my old fishing boat as it sways against the pier
I go about my work but wonder about her world
She has class and lots of money, I would think
But why does she come down to this part of town
This place stinks of dead fish and diesel
The water around this here port is not that of blue
It is oily gray, the film of the oily sludge engulf the boats as they lay in this bay
She seems so out of place, in this run down place
A beauty of femininity meant more for some fancy estate
Yet every day she comes this way and spends hours on this dilapidated old dock
She looks to the sea as if she waits for a ship’s return
The woman is bejeweled from head to toe
No fancier a women have I seen
As I coil the lines on my deck
I reflect about the distance between us
Her wealth; my poverty
I wonder if her life is really better than mine
For in her face I see pain, a hurting kind
What tragedy could haunt such a person with the world at her hand, could it be a lost love
Yes my life is hard with my body full of pain, my hands with blisters from working the lines
I toil in the hot sun for my keep; I fight the elements of the sea to bring back a few fish that I sell
But even with my fate cast so low, I still do not feel the pain that I see coming from her soul
The lady she stands here on this dock, with the world at her hands, yet so melancholy is her mood
To one day see her smile, I would give a day’s catch of fish!
Guildford H Windley
October 5, 2018

The Winds of October
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October days they come to the coast
The fog of the summer now disappears
As the fall sky, fills with lazy clouds of white
Soon the rains will come to bring the much-needed water
To a land long parched by drought
The smoke from the summer fires that at times blank the air
Now has gone leaving only a land scared in ash and ruin
For now, we see some sun, though the air is crisp and clear
Thoughts of holidays that grow near, of ghosts and goblins
Of a stuffed bird with all the trimmings
This time of year as we near the winter solace
We look forward to a time of peace and hope and pray for brotherhood
A time for merriment and for renewal of faith; to reach out with gifts of love
Not fist of hate.
No matter what our religion be or what we see the truth to be
To share this time and hold our hearts open, to those that are different
As humans, of all spirits, rises, after all, we are all of one true tribe
On the winds of October skies; like little clouds carrying us from this place of mistrust
Bring forth, all our family and friends to rejoices, but let us not leave out the stranger
Open our doors and gates to those who are the traveler, who come to us seeking shelter!
Guildford H Windley
October 1, 2018

A Nation at a Crossroad
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In the misty darkness of the night
As I lay in the security of my warm safe bed
I lie there looking at the shadows that dance upon the walls
From the light that shines brightly through my bedroom window
Yes the light from the street lamp that’s below my windowsill
In my state of mind; foreboding I’m I
The fear that streams through my mind
Of impending disasters; from a government that has no heart
In their righteous state, we will share the fate of those who are pawns
To a political game
The powers that exist hidden behind the mask of concerned citizens, but we know not their names, so to keep the people blind
The puppets that we see held in power by those other full of greed
Laws that will be put in place and those that judges will erase
All laid out in a plan to change the face of this here land
Using tactics to deceive, causing hate to rise
Divide us one and all is their plan
For just a few will take control
To hold up high a court that will do their bidding
As we watch our freedoms slip away!
Guildford H Windley
October 1, 2018

The Woman Took the Stand
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On the floor, she spoke with courage
It was like she was on trial
The power of the red machine
Tried to paint her in a lie
But she did not flinch in her account
She stood her ground
He came in pushing his weight around
In his anger, there was a quivering sound
He tried to blame other, saying it was politics
He did his best to misdirect the question of those on the committee
His allies used theatrics to distract from this man’s feeble act
Graham yelling like a madman, an upset was he
As he watches the chosen one losing ground
These old men of the right who so hope to take control of the people’s court
This their chosen one; who will do their bidding
They could care less that he a drunk and a rapist
As long as they can have the votes
For their right-wing agenda

Guildford H Windley
September 28, 2018

The Judgment
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In her eyes you can see the fear
Her voice quivers with each word
But she bravely tells her story
While the old men are mocking her
Their judgment was already cast in a closed mind
Their minds made up to protect their chosen one
She came that day so that her story could be told
Of the night that has haunted her from so long ago
For the old men this was a show to appease the demand that she be heard
The people had demanded that she be heard
The opinion of the masses, was not for the chosen one, he rated poorly with most of them
However he was chosen by a few, who knew that if he was given the power he would do the job they wanted him to do
Those old men had no plan to really give her a chance; they had all spoke of how unfair she was
Her story was too old they said she should have come forward sooner
This is just a lie being brought forth by the others The old men would say we will give her the time to make her case. But the time is limited
For we need to vote for our man the very next day
The old men were such afraid, they themselves
Would not do the questions, they brought in a handmaid woman to do their dirty work
This brave woman still stands her ground
They try to discredit her with their lies
They even threatened her
Through a campaign run by the party thugs
But all that they prevailed to do, was give rise to me too
Yes more women come forward with courage to share their words
A cleans was a need for all the pain that they bare
Standup people let it be said that we want the world to know the truth
Let these women be heard!

Guildford H Windley
September 26, 2018

Rainbows are everything
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Rainbows are everything
When you hide behind an old gray cloud
In a misty place where you hide the truth
You stand there in the rain lie, lying to people of the land
Who hope and pray for someone who will understand
Yet we must face the truth, that politics not justice
Is what his majesty commands
Those who have blindly follow the orders that they were given by this man
Will do what they can to get you in
Though the truth is colored in a misty gray
His people will obey they’ll do what they can
To keep the Sun from shining in
She only wants to bring out the dark secret so that people would know the truth
Like a rainbow of many shades of colors shining through the cloudy sky
The truth would show his many sides
Does it hurt, to know the truth, to put aside his constant lies?

I say no to this we do not confirm until the truth is realized
Those that have the say need to do the peoples work find the truth
Don’t give into partisan politics
This person who will fill the position should represent the people not his majesty
Let the rainbows into the room to light the truth
Rainbows are everything; they make the world a better place. This like the truth!
Guildford H Windley
September 24, 2018

That cold long winter is coming
The Clock is ticking
It won’t be denied!

Guildford H Windley
September 21, 2018

The clock is ticking
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September is in the waning
Soft warm September days
Give way
To the autumn of the year
The breeze is just a bit cooler
A chill is in the air
As the leaves start to fall
From trees that now show autumn colors
Of various shades of red, yellow, purple
There in the silhouettes of trees
There you will find more colors
Black, orange, pink, magenta, blue and brown
A host of color to brighten the autumn day
But
The darkness of the day comes faster
As each day slip away
October is on the rise
With a whisper
Of the end of warm days
Soon the fall does fade
To those long cold winter nights
That we all do dread
But until that first winter snow
There is time
To share the evening glow
Of party with
Laughter
As family and friends gather
Under the outdoors lights
Hanging from boughs of trees
A pumpkin or two with silly grins
Are placed strategically
For all to see
Yes
The treats will be plenty
On that hallow eve
There will be lots of children laughter
Happiness and good cheer
As the stories of hauntings
Bring about a good scare
We gather at the fire
To spend this precious time
For with each passing of the year
Our life is slipping by
That cold long winter is coming
The Clock is ticking
It won’t be denied!

Guildford H Windley
September 21, 2018

A Tall ship upon the Sea
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In the bay, there she sits
A tall ship, a barquentine rigged and ready
Out to the ocean I must sail
This dry land is not for me
For I need to feel the movement
Of a ship upon the sea
The bellowing of the sails
As you head into the wind
The splashing of the water
As the bow cuts through the sea
Waves crashing
Sending the foaming water onto the deck
The wind a howling
As we tack
A tall ship heeling in the wind
Three mast does she have
A square rigger
Five yards high
Her canvas filled with the wind
Plowing
Through the emerald green
Of the open sea
Yes
That’s the life for me
To go where the wind will take me
A deck of hardwood
For me to stand on
The stars to guide me
Riding hard through the waves
Dolphins to the port
Gulls on the starboard
To my back the wind and the wake!

Guildford H Windley
September 20, 2018

Robert
A baby comes on the whispers of October bringing forth a new sweet morning.
A child with bright blue eyes and a sheepish grin, that won the hearts of all near him.
The child I knew grew in a home of love, a dad and mom with all they could to make a world just right for their special guy.
He had health issues that slowed him down but never could it keep him from breaking new ground.
With his eyes full with wonder, a mind brimming with thoughts, his dare to do attitude gave all to what he got.
One knows that young man was a bundled to handle, with a smile that could light a candle. He could melt your soul when you were feeling low and change your day thereafter.
As a man he loved and lived and shared his life with the people who were blessed to have known him.
In the shadows of the night, his beautiful soul took flight, new place to go, new people to meet, that sheepish grin guiding him.
We on the other hand are stunned, lost are we without him, not sure what to say or do.
We just know, that where there was a beautiful child, now resides a void, a place of sadness that can’t be addressed.
Still in the silent darkness of the night, I hear his laughter in the wind, I feel his presence as the moonlight throws shadows across the place, and I turned expecting to see his face.
That smile I long to see from the bright eyed boy full of curiosity!

Guildford H Windley
September 20, 2017
In dedication to the life and times of Robert Donovan Brian Buscher, and to his Mom Suzie and his dad Brian who love and cherish him!