MORNING

I love the early part of day,


to watch the night go fading,


for each new second of the dawn


brings new visions unto the world.


The sun extends its brilliant head, 


and twittering birds all astir.


Then streets erupt to a noisy hive.


Another day is in the passing.

Tribulations

Mark, lived 38 years, not ONE!!

Why me, Dear LORD, I often cried
as things went against my foolish pride.
Why do you turn against me so,
for I believe, and you should know.


Again fate moved its forceful arm.
It brought one of my family harm.
A broken body and an unsound mind,
to a son of mine, at birth I find.


The Doctor said,"one year of life".
We cried and sobbed amid the strife,
then settled down to the task ahead
to give comfort to the young boy's bed.


The year was gone and a few more went,
but that fragile light was not yet spent,
It flickered, faded and came anew
and the debt was paid with a smile or two.


So when misfortune comes my way,
I get down on my knees and pray,
"Why not Dear LORD, I'm sure tis' true,
that with your help I'll muddle thru."


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Today I bow my head in prayer
and stay my hand from worldly care
I also lose my hurts and woes
and fade from the basic throes
that flourish in the daily grind,
which tire my body, plague my mind.

Let peace survive, let love abound
let friends of mine, myself, surround
Yet, in this quiet solitude
let no other things intrude
my thoughts transmit across the space
to GOD who dwells in his own place
in heavens hallowed holy home
Let my wishes ever roam.

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How well you do the task required
when you are feeling low?
What shall be the end result?
Where will your feeling show?
These things you cannot hide.
They're your own personality
those reflections of your pride.

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When pain benumbs my body


and it clouds a tear-filled eye


or frets of woe from living


refuse to pass you bye


or a loss of dear departed


to that hallowed place sublime


These scars will fade and disappear


in the interlude of time.


My Dad did many of these as class assignments.  I do not have the background for many of these.  As I find his notes, I will add them and hope that they add depth and explanations.  

Man and The Weather

A man and his nature

are not so strange

a lot like the weather

they always change

they bluster and blow

like a raging storm

They giggle and laugh

like a bright sunny morn

some go berserk

and really let go

like the over-sized blast

of a wild tornado

Some hold their tempers

a month or so

as the side of a mountain

hold on to the snow.

So man and the weather

are not strange to me

Both unpredictable

as you can see

Elro C Lindsay

YELLOWSTONE

from Google

from Google

Those emerald pools
     by limestone walls
     steam and boil with glee.
The mud pots
     and the waterfalls
     the bear cubs that you see
The lakes, the streams,
     the geysers too
     a delightful place to be.


(We went to Yellowstone in about 1959 for a Lindsay Family Reunion.  We have many many slides and photos in Dad's collections of that time.)