The Nail

The Nail  

Dedicated to Kenny Young.....



Most people,would just see a nail
I see memories and thoughts.....

The many miles of fence
The miles of walking
Hammering a nail
Into a wooden post.......

Building a cattle fence
Making the cattle safe
The other land owners happy......

It reminds me of the many people
I worked with
Putting fences up
Or taking it down......

Be it in the dead of winter
Or the hottest days of summer.......

So few,were good at what they did
Some enjoyed it
Worked as a team.......

That's the memories
It has for me....

Fences up and tight
Fences down and rolled
We did it all.......

Not a whimper
Not a complaint
Working walking
As we go......

Stories told
Laughter too
This little nail
Reminds me
Of a story or two.......


Michael VanDyke @ 2015

Myself Yourself

Myself Yourself...


To the world I am one
But to one,I am the world.....

The journey has been long
My heart has been broken
Let them see the brokenness
Let them see through the cracks,in your Armor
That's how the light gets out......

There is always a song
That reminds you of it
The place,the time.....

As you sit there in the quietness
Of the night
You realize
This is what it's all about.......

I can see your journey
Through your eyes
But I can't feel the pain or happiness
You went through.......

Go to where you need to be
That past brought you this far
Continue the walk
The journey never ends........



Michael VanDyke @ 2015

The Morning Drive

The Morning Drive


The suns rays are piercing the clouds
The dew of the grasses of green
Are reflecting the mirror finishes
Of the crisp morning......

As I see
The sun breaks through the clouds
Rays of sunshine are in the valley.....

The distant mountains to my left
Are in darkness
Of colored greys
And of fogs of white......

The mountains to my right
Are of sun and blue skies
Trees of gold and green
With reds showing.here and there.....

The misty morning sun
Working it's magic
The roads ahead
Have leaves of golden colors
Laying their blankets
Toward the ground.......

The trees baring their limbs
With the sights of nested squirrels
Which are at home
With their gathered nuts
Straw for warmth
For what's to come...............


Michael VanDyke @ 2015