Look Ahead

Water is higher this August than spring,
Skeeters are doing their blood sucking thing.
Two weeks away from opening kick off
My dog and I will just go for a walk

Look ahead and what do we see
Two brown deer running so free
Look ahead and what do we see
Fields of sweet corn rollin like sea.

Old man Paulson must rolling in his grave
His 80 acres were put up for sale today
That 12 foot sign can be seen you bet
So we stopped and the dog peed on it.

Look ahead and what do we see
A gas station and it’s lighted marquee
Look ahead and what do we see
A bank and a strip mall, oh whoopee.

Don’t get me wrong, progress is good
Like they say, “not in my neighborhood.”
Until then we’ll just breathe the fresh air
I just saw a bear! I did I swear.

Look ahead and what do we see
Two brown deer running so free
Look ahead and what do we see
Fields of sweet corn rollin like sea

By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs

pain

It’s so easy to reach for pills to mask the pain
Temporarily erase the thought and go on.
Live life distracted and you won’t notice the rain
Easy fixes but I still miss you a ton.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2010 Rose Riversong

The play of life

I’m on the lookout
I’m watching
Every car, every corner
Is it you?
You have evaporated
But I persevere
To my joy
What a scenery of life!

I’m on the lookout
I see it all
Every texter, every biker
They aren’t you.
But it’s a small town.
You will appear
And I pause
How will the scene unfold?

Are you on the lookout?
Even curious
Every car, every table
Do you think?
He has been written out
Of my life’s script
Now it is set
And no surprise plot twist.

Are you on the lookout?
For a new writer
Every smile, every day
Another him again.
But it’s a small town
Chance meetings
Less than rare
So how will be scene be set?

Some deep faith believers
Say it’s all written
Every act, every reaction
So they say.
All is recorded in the heavens
We act our parts
Live in sets
And deal with the plot twists.

Some day all will be known
The motives reviewed
Every phrase, every comment
You and I again
So it’s a small town
Let fate play out
And when we meet
We’ll act our parts in the scene.

By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs