Listening

As a young boy , I wanted to hear

All the stories my aunt and uncle

Would tell when they would let me play cards.

After a while they would say go away ,

They did not know that listening is important .

Listening allows the other person

To express , understand and appreciate

Their experiences whether its the excited chatter

Of a young child who is just trying to fit in

Or the repetitious stories of an aging uncle or aunt or grandparent .

Come Lord Jesus spend some time with me ,

So I can be ok with my aunts and uncles and grandparents .

By Brock

Dad

I was always a little afraid of him ,

But loved him and respected him always .

He always had a thick saddle cinch strap

On the small kitchen wall to help keep

us in line

He had a great impact on anyone he touched .

He made us all smile and every child was smiley or squeaky .

He was always an inspiration to me .

You always knew where he stood

He seemed to tell me all the time

You are to be seen not heard .

Everything was an effort to him .

He was always in pain .,

But he always wanted kids around .

He kind of had a can opener to his kids minds .

He showed us all his love for the outdoors

For horses , fishing and hunting

And just watching people on main street

On a Saturday night with him was fun .

He never complained about his pain .

I never really got a hug from him

But I always knew he loved me

Without him telling me .

He knew God and that God

Will take care of us always .

Enough

What is enough

When does our enough

Deprive another family

Of their fair share

We should live more simply

So that others can simply live

Does anyone know what enough means

When you give enough

You will feel it in your soul

Give until it hurts always

By Brock

Run With My Shadow And Who

When I ran early this morning ,

The sun was not all the way up .

When I was running south ,

My shadow was on my left

Right beside me .

When I saw my shadow ,

I knew why I ran .

When I turned north ,

And looked for my shadow

It was behind me ,

But still on my left .

I was ahead of my shadow for now

I turned west .

My shadow was ahead of me .

I did not like that at all .

I turned north after a while

And my shadow was behind me

All the way home .

The sun has to be up

And seen up above in the big blue sky

For the shadow to be with me .

I do know that when ever I run

Morning , noon or night

My angel is always with me .

When I run I feel free with my angel .

By Brock

Get Off The Couch

When you have butterflies

In your stomach all day ,

It is hard to get them to fly

In formation !

Laying on the couch you end up

Worrying to much .

When you are on the couch , the TV

Is to loud always so go outside

Your wife will be happy .

You can not hunt or fish or run

Sitting on the couch so get up

Do something outside to be truly free

You will feel better and happy .

You will see some of your butterflies

Outside in formation !

The Cake

A family is like baking a cake

It can get real messy .

The cake can come in black and white

Chocolate and even yellow .

There is always some one

Who does not like the cake at one time

Or other .

Sometimes we have to wait and hope

The cake gets cooked just so .

At first you always try to save the cake ,

You can't always have what you want ,

There is always questions about the cake .

There is some fun in sharing the family cake .

The simple truth what would we do without it

So let us all eat it together .

For the size of the cake always

Gets smaller with the size of the family

So now let us eat .

Did someone bring the strawberries !!!

By Brock

A Sunday Summer's Morning

You go outside early in the morning .

You sit outside with the early birds

And your green tea

You look straight ahead who do you see

Laying down still sleeping it's creeping jenney.

The wind has not gotten up yet .

It is nice and quiet.

You feel the heat of the sun

You drink a little more and have one more roll .

Before you know it , time went by .

The wind picked up

And creeping jenney is tried to show her beauty .

It is time to go inside and get ready

For church and to thank God for what you have to hold .

By Brock

Aurora 7-20-12

A dark night a dark morning

I can not believe what happened in Aurora

Aurora is to mean the goddess of dawn

How hard of a blow as an American

Are we to take after what happened

Will there ever be a true answer to why

What does it take for us to be simply tough

Old people say I talk to much

I know life is fragile

There will always be a time to grieve

We as Americans may drown out the pain

And the gravity of it all

What happened in Aurora could happen any where

Things don't always happen the right way

In the movies or in life

But we need to talk about our pain

If it happened in Aurora

Or in our city or in our town or even in our safe home

By Brock

Eyes

Your eyes never lie

They say nothing when they are closed

But when they are open

They sure can say a lot

By looking at someone's wide open eyes

You get closer to their heart

By opening your eyes

You are opening your heart

To everyone you see

That is why I always

Want to see the eyes open

Of a 1 day old baby

To a 75 plus year old sweet lady

Our eyes open our world each day

What does your heart and eyes see

When I say say horse manure

When I try to take a snap shot of you

with your eyes open !!!!!!!!!

By Brock

As Parents

As parents we can influence

As parents we will make mistakes

Good things always come to parents

Who wait but how long

But my God how long do we have to wait

For our children and for all our pains to go away

Blessed are we that weep and as we come to morn

For one day as parents and children

We will all laugh and time will go on

One day at a time that is what my grandma

Would say every day

As a parent I need to hear it today

By Brock

Spring

Spring comes once a year ,

When spring comes again

And we start everything over again

It seems time is ticking .

In spring each bird in the sky

Has a twinkle in their eyes .

You may be lucky to notice

The mountain shadows

But you have to keep your head

And shoulders up and eyes open .

When I pray in early spring

Someone always touches me .

My love for you in spring

Is always on my mind .

Sometimes spring becomes so dry

That the turtles go home .

Well in spring I can not wait

To come home to you .

By Brock

All I Want To Do

All I want to do is write my poem .

It will help me sleep at night ,

I may have 3 dogs but I am all alone .

I can continually hold onto my idea for my new poem ,
When I have no one to hold .

I may write a hit thanks to you

Breaking my heart .

Oh what a price !

I may find your big black hair brush ,

But I can always threw away a hair brush ,

But I can never threw away our memories

Not even at night .

I have my ideas for a poem ,

But I also have four dark walls

By Brock

Roots

All our roots go through home .

When we are home we are not alone .

The grass at home always smells so different

Oh so beautiful in the morning .

The morning sun wakes you up

With an automatic smile on your face .

No matter what you do at home during the day

Everything goes so fast

Like what we plant at home every spring

Young children grow like a bean stock it seams .

At home with family and friends everything is great .

At night before you go to sleep

You sit outside and it is so quiet .

The moon is so bright ,

And the stars just look different at home ,

They are more than just big beautiful and so white ,

Oh I wish , I could stay home and smell more beautiful grass

And see more and sleep like a baby does at home ,

But I live in the real world

So I will be back

To water my roots and watch my family roots grow back home .

By Brock

A Child Afraid

Be the voice of a child ,
Who is afraid to speak
For secrets will only keep them sick .
We want the child to believe
That we will understand .
Nothing is stronger than tenderness
We all get stronger with each crying tear .
There is no shortness in the word trying ,
The curve of a child's smile
Makes a lot of things go straight
So don't be afraid to call a child smiley
For you might be surprised of what you
Will see and what they may just say .

By Brock

Wounded

We are all wounded .

We all have fears ,

But we shall not be afraid

We retreat to those

We love

Looking for acceptance ,

Understanding and support

Our family and friends

Must be a healing community .

We must care for one another .

We are all wounded as one person

But as family and friends with love

We will and shall be healed of our wounds.

May we all be healed of all pain .

May we all go in peace and love always .