My Cathedral

My cathedral is the outdoors .

I can go there anytime .

The sky is my ceiling .

It is always changing .

The ground I run on

And walk on is my grass roots .

I can sing here anytime and be off key.

I can work in here and play as well you see.

In my cathedral I can go fishing .

In my cathedral I can go hunting .

I can be quiet and I can be loud .

I can talk to anyone here dead or alive .

My cathedral is always open

And I can never be late ,

Because everyone is with me .

Let us not forget the lord ,

Who is always with us you will see .

Just look at your own cathedral today

And everyday and thank the lord

For God's outdoors .

By Brock

Oh What A Night

We held each other all night long .

I kissed you on top of the moon

And we danced with the rhythm

Of the silent flicker of one beautiful candelabra .

As we danced we were both free .

As we floated up above ,

We both had joy in our eyes .

Oh it is so sad I had to wake up

And put both my feet firmly on the ground .

By Brock

My Children

As your father my children ,

I will get my BS degree

In fatherhood only when I die .

Each day you become less dependent on me .

I must let you go a little each day

And let God help .

Prayer and parenting go together

I know that already .

Don't waste time with tears ,

When it comes to my children ,

There will be times when I should let some things happen

Or make it happen for my children .

I must lift up my heart each night and day

I know there is hope in all of us

As your father , I must look , listen

And believe in all of you .

I pray that I may get a c in my BS degree

In fatherhood one day .

By Brock

Mothers

Mothers teach us everything

We learn to love learn and pass it on

You never grow to old to dream

She will teach you to sing in the right key

She will teach you laughter to light up each day

Faith without good work is dead

A mother is always happy to see you

A good place to hide is with your mother

She would say take one day at a time

She would say keep it together

Always keep it together

Great moments in life can happen quicker

Than you think

She would always say

Sooner or later you will quote what I say

How about I love you mom

Yes I will pass it on

By Brock

The Fruit

Parents must prune

Parents must cleanse

The branches in our family

If our children

Are going to be rooted

Discipline , limits and setting goals

Are necessary to truly grow

So our children will grow and bear fruit

For our family tree

By Brock

Time

Time takes away many things ,

But never our dreams .

Time takes away a child's childhood ,

Time takes away the strength of mom and dad's hands ,

But never our memories .

Time takes away the untruthful ,

But never the truth .

Time takes away the past ,

But never the future for we will always have our dreams .

By Brock

Sweep Away

If I could sweep away the clouds

And pump the sky with the greatest

Rainbow of all times ,

I know you wouldn't ever forget

What I would do to make you happy .

I would teach you to rebound after a good cry .

There is always a predicament in growing

Up and growing old a like

So let us all just go at it one day

At a time and always go for broke

And make sure your feathers fly high .

The world will never turn over to many times for you or me .

Always try to cook up something new .

Be cool yet always warm in your heart .

You are a success if only you try and see .

Now did I sweep away your sorrow ?

Do you see the rainbow in the Sky ?

By Brock

Fishing

When you go fishing , everything else

Goes away for awhile but the fish .

Fish don't start biting until we get there .

We are all pleased to be where we are .

We will get some screaming drag at any time .

We will throw some fish back

But who has the biggest smiling face ?

When we go fishing , it does not matter

When early morning , late morning or

Afternoon or at night all we have to do

Is look above and thank God for what really counts .

While fishing , you may get hooked more

Ways than you can ever count

So let us go get them hooked

With the walleye chop .

By Brock