Me

 I don't do that much talking these days

These days I seem to think a lot more

My hands, they seem to talk for me now

The crafting of my woodwork

The carving of my rocks

The thoughts I put on paper with my pen

I'll sit and show you how it's done

Don't ask me, just watch

One day, I saw my reflection, mirrored in the sky

With the seasons of my life

I'm getting older

My journey has been long

It's time for the quiet, let nature talk to me

From the birds in flight, chirping has they fly

Squirrels running aridic, jumping from branch to branch

Chittering at one another

A deer, looking up to see, to realize, it's only me

And become at ease

My hands are my words

My eyes are a book

Sit down with me, let's just take a look....

Michael VanDyke C@ 2026

A Day in a small town

 I could hear the howl of the coyotes

The one, very vocal

The others to follow

One, two, four to seven

I saw the Sparrows gather

Looking for seeds, maybe a few bugs

Flying under the vehicles, or in the branches of the trees

The Black birds in a bunch

Eating the fallen leaves and bark

I heard the caws of the Raven, as it flew by

Was it looking for food or just to say hi

The two bald Eagles sitting in the tall cottonwood tree

Silent, but very alert, looking at me

I see the Grouse gathered in a covey

As if to be gossip and fly away

The Pheasant rooster with its startling screech

As it takes flight to get away

I heard the Hoot Owl, in the early twilight

Telling me morning has broken

I was also watching the Magpies

Hanging around, knowing a meal or two was coming their way

In the distant sky I hear a lone goose in flight

Wondering if it flew in to early from the south

Walking down the road, a few stray cats

Going places, we wouldn't know

Maybe getting a few bites of food

From people that care

This is a day I see

In our small town...

Michael VanDyke @C 2026