Saturday, April 27, 2013

My Hero

My hero is never to far gone
To hear me .
My hero inspires me with his loving eyes .
He does not have to talk .
He lets me talk .
When things get hard
It is easy to get help from him .
When I am with my hero ,
The day never gets old .
My hero never comes up short .
My hero learned to earn my trust no matter
How old he becomes .
He gives me the best of his time .
My dog is mine .
 
                      By Brock
 

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

She And I

The air you breath is inside me .
When you smile , I smile .
When you cry , I cry ,
And your tears leave my heart hurting .
We see everything through each other’s eyes
Laughing together , weeping together,
Praying together .
We thank God
For each other
For the love we share
And all beautiful things .
Everything we have makes our heart sing .
 
                                   By Brock

Run With A Smile

If you always wear a smile ,
You will never wear a frown .
You don’t need to be a clown .
When I run , I wish I could chase
My troubles away .
When I run and it is breezy ,
I try to run easy .
When I run and people pass me by
I try to wave and show them a smile .
We are all vulnerable
Because we are alive .
When I run ,where ever that may be  ,
I find a place for a while
Where  I can be just me ,
Where I can even feel a smile inside me .
I love my time when I run you see .
What happened in Boston
Will not stop me  .
 
                                 By Brock

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Family Voices

We are family first
Life is the ultimate family team sport .
Nobody in the family sales anyone short !
We are family so we know each others voices .
The voices we hear almost every day
And we can hear the voices of our elders,
Who were here years ago  and those
Who were here yesterday .
We can talk morning noon or night
Even when we fish ,hunt or even run under the stars .
We can always hear the voices of family 
When ever !
We are all palpable by our family voices
Of the present and the past and how !
 
                                   By Brock

Me


My hair has more salt than pepper.
Progress is not where I have been
But where I’m going .
When my body hurts ,
I still finish the race .
I am not perfect just courage .
If I stand still , nothing goes fast .
I fear failure , the unknown and rejection .
Oh the weight that people put on me every day .
The more I have overcome in my life
The more I have achieved .
That’s just me .
 
                             By Brock

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

The New Normal

There were 2  explosions at the Boston marathon  .
A true American sporting event .
When something real bad happens
It is on every TV channel .
There is no reason to change channels this day .
You just sit there and cry .
How many times do we have to say why ?
Do we have to sleep with one eye closed
In America every night ?
A sporting event is to be a celebration
A holiday for you and me  from KC
to Tampa Bay, to Atlanta , to Oklahoma City ,
To Denver, to New Town ,to Boston .
The next new normal may be in your town ?
 
                                                 By Brock

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Aunt Judy

One day I asked my child to go visit
Aunt Judy at the rest home .
The child said but she can not speak
All she does is sleep .
I said , her door is always open
And she is never alone .
My child said , she can not help
With my home work , she can not play
With me , we can not even sing together,
She can not cook cookies or anything .
She does not do anything for me .
 
After seeing Aunt Judy for a few days in a row ,
My child asked me why I went out to see
Old Aunt Judy its just one of your duties
Right dad ?
I said no it will never be a duty  to me for she  is family .
She did help me with my home work.
She and I had fun singing , we wrestled
In your grandma’s living room , we had fun in the dirt ,
We even went swimming .
She made cookies and special eggs for Easter .
She baby sat you ,
Because she loved you , me and your mother .
 
She would do anything for us ,
Because of love and because we are family .
I think of her as family and never as a duty .
Someday you will understand what I am saying .
 
                                                   By Brock 
 

I Pretended

I pretended as a kid
To be Casey Tibbs .
As I got older ,
I pretended to be Lou Brock .
I played ball the best I could
I even took a bat and hit the rocks .
I pretended to be coach John Wooden .
I pretend to be a coach even today .
I pretend to be an athlete
Even today at my age .
I run through the tape
With everything I have .
For real I am a finisher
I am a winner
That is true
That is what I try to be .
I don’t pretend that believe me .
 
                             By Brock

April Snow Storm


First the snow comes then the wind
And then the power is out then on in the dark.
After three days of snow there is a big
White pine tree in my front yard  .
There is a white dog wood but  not not here in South Dakota ,
But we have three dogs that have to get out
To color our  back yard snow !
There is no bowl of fruit to be found out back .
When there is 14 inches of  snow ,
There is so much snow I can not get the car out of the alley .
Along our drive way .
I push my bike down the alley
Then ride my bike down the street
And look to see how lovely things look to me
On my way to work .
When I get to work and then when a get home again ,
I move the heavy April snow
And hurt myself as I go .
14 inches of snow in 3 days in April will do that to me .
 
                                                             By Brock
 

Thursday, April 11, 2013

The Whisper


I am the whisper you hear
Behind your back and behind your ears .
I can hear someone talk about me
About every day .
Someone is always questioning my abilities
Even after all my years .
You name it I have heard it ,
Morning noon and night .
Who would say that is right ?
What screws us all up most of our life
Is the picture in our heads of how people are to be .
Don’t you see I am me .
I choose not to give up on my dreams .
I need to keep a dry towel that is  just mine .
When I hear the whispers ,
I need to go fishing , hunting or running
For they are a religion of feelings
For God is always with me .
 
                               By Brock

The Dog



The dog is married to my wife .
He is always on her mind .
She will wait all day for her in the rain
Or in the darkness of night .
He is smarter than I .
Dogs do not see mistakes .
The dog always has her back .
The dog deposits all that he’s got .
When she is at her lowest  ,
The dog will not talk
Or ask for nothing in return .
He will just be there .
The dog is always hers .
She is never along ,
When she has her dog .
The dog can always find
What she is looking for .
She has her own big chair
When she is in it snoring
Or just to fart .
She is more than a dog .
She is kind a like me !
 
                By Brock
 

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Look

A mirror is a reflection .
A window is an opening .
When you look into a mirror ,
You truly do not get to far.
When you look out of a window ,
You have so many possibilities .
When you look in a mirror ,
You see what is not right in your eyes .
When you look through a window ,
You will see more beautiful  things
Than just your dreams .
You will see what is going on
So go outside and make
Your self a great day
 
                  By Brock

Grandma’s Kiss

When ever she walked into a room ,
I knew she could pick me up  .
She was always as cool as a cucumber .
She was all heart .
Grandma had 2 eyes behind her head .
With grandma she would tell you
What is wrong and what is right .
With grandma I do not remember
Days with her ,
I remember memories
Like fishing with her .
The biggest thing I ever got from her
Was her hug no it was her ear .
When ever I got a kiss from grandma  ,
I knew everything would be all right .
Her kiss felt like a kiss from heaven .
Today I wish she was here .
 
                           By Brock

Breath

It takes one day
To get started .
You have to say
To yourself no .
It takes one second
One minute , one hour
One day at a time
To make it through the day .
You have to say
To yourself no .
You know you can make it
If you make small steps
And breath slow
And take deep breathes .
You have to believe  ,
That you can make it .
This is more than a dream .
It is a way to truly enjoy today .
 
                               By Brock