Poetry By Chuck




Forged in the fire of a burning hell.
Touched by the tongue of a lava swell

Trapped in a crows forlorn caw.
Pictured in the craggy teeth of a rocky draw.

Bourne by the winds drying touch.
Enhanced by the smell of live sagebrush.

A roof painted in colors of orange hue.
Stark in contrast to the sky blue.

Distances that the eye longs to see.
The ear is pleased by a meadowlark's glee.

A hovering hawk above the skyline.
Patiently waiting, biding its time.

The grassy green of a early spring.
Carpets the horizon, seldom seen.