Kip Lyda 9 a.m., May 22
- Community Blog
- The Railsplitter
A wondrous hidden realm exists
Within this world of emerald dreams,
Where spirits of the forest sigh
As ancient giants touch the sky
And summon forth the swirling mists.
Then Nature's mystery unfolds
Inside this pristine paradise,
For when the mists so gently fall,
The forest spirits, one and all,
Descend from arborescent eaves
To stand beneath the dripping leaves
And breathe the precious breath of life.
So grateful for this fleeting chance
To join the elemental dance,
From side to side they softly sway,
And then they slowly turn away,
To disappear with silent steps
Into the jungle's darkest depths.
His agile form streaks into sight,
Then hovers there before your eyes;
This fragile master of the skies
Discovers blossoms in delight!
He savors nectar while in flight,
This clever bird of enterprise;
He wavers, then he swiftly flies,
And never once does he alight!
This gorgeous gleaming jewel so fair,
With whirring wings and wondrous ways,
Has bearing far beyond compare!
And for just seconds, he conveys
A stirring gift to those who share
His daring aerial displays!
The murder rages in his eyes,
His mighty hands wield bloody sword;
The scourge of the retreating horde,
He pierces hearts with savage cries!
He cares not if he lives or dies,
This fearsome, frenzied martial lord;
The thrill of combat his reward,
His violence intensifies!
Beneath his feet thrash stricken foes,
Before him men withdraw in fright;
He crushes all with mortal blows!
He scorns his weak opponents' plight
And expedites their dying throes;
He revels in eternal fight!
They sail their ships to distant shores,
And there they disembark in scores,
To venture forth in martial stride
And terrorize the countryside!
They send fierce landsmen to their graves,
And seize the fairest girls as slaves;
They ransack villages in turn,
And what remains, remains to burn!
They gather all that they can take,
And leave destruction in their wake.
Then they upon slain creatures dine,
And slake their thirst with stolen wine;
And after they consume their draft,
They stagger back to board their craft
And sail home to northern lands,
The spoils of combat in their hands.
THE MEDIC'S TEARS
A badly wounded soldier lay
Upon the field where he fell;
The fragments of a mortar shell
Had paralyzed him in the fray.
I knew he had not long to stay
Before he left this living hell;
I bade this brave young man farewell,
And yet his eyes still looked my way.
I knew he was in agony,
And so I couldn't leave his side;
I longed for death to set him free.
In painful misery I cried,
While he just watched me, quietly;
Then, ever quietly, he died.
MY HEART SHALL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU
My love for you illuminates
The darkest depths of my despair;
You'll never need mere written words
To know how much I really care.
I never meant to cause you harm,
My kindred spirit, sweet and true;
Through life and death, and far beyond,
My heart shall always be with you.
I gazed upon her from afar
And knew at once that I was lost;
This rare and gorgeous golden star
I had to have at any cost!
She beckoned to me from the skies,
And quickly I began to climb;
I soon discovered, with surprise,
Endeavors such as this take time!
She burns so brightly in my heart,
I want her each and ev'ry night,
And though we still are miles apart
I keep her always in my sight;
This lovely golden star of mine,
I know she'll never cease to shine!
She joins me on the meadow green,
A flower in her golden hair;
Her slender, well-shaped form is clean,
Her radiant complexion fair!
She's really such a pretty sight,
This gorgeous girl whom I adore;
She smiles in the morning light,
And instantly my spirits soar!
Unto the silver peaks we stroll,
Upon a glorious ascent,
And presently we reach a col
Whereon she whispers her intent.
She knows this alpine country well,
And laughingly she takes my hand;
From rocky pass to wooded dell,
She leads me through this wondrous land...
Until we reach a hidden glen
Unlike all others we have passed;
A place unknown to other men,
Where we can be alone at last!
We lay upon a clover bed
Beside a sparkling mountain stream,
And on my chest she rests her head,
My lovely blue-eyed Nordic dream!
I wake in the glade where the stream meets the clover,
And quietly rest upon Nature's sweet bed;
While moonlight is fading, the night not yet over,
I wonder what manner of day lays ahead.
The silvery stars still burn brightly above me,
And shine upon tumbling waters nearby;
A pleasant sensation, a feeling so lovely,
This hour of leisure beneath such a sky!
A radiance marks the approach of Apollo
As stars slowly fade in the heavens above;
A beautiful day will most certainly follow,
A day I will share with the woman I love.
Inside a tenement where no one cares,
Within a darkened slum of forlorn hopes,
A quiv'ring alcoholic blindly gropes,
Then slowly tumbles headlong down the stairs.
He feels no pain, and yet his temper flares,
And shortly, he in sullen anger mopes;
With his new circumstance he simply copes,
The situation he already bears.
He knows that he must make it to the store,
And so he awkwardly regains his feet;
Unsteadily, he staggers out the door.
He weaves in drunken stupor down the street,
Forever driven by the urge for more;
His empty stomach soon will feel the heat.