FRIENDSHIP ONE

Though friendship is the route you take
To true love highway one.
The exits on that blessed road
Are labeled friendship won.

But settle not for pleasing paths
That lead true love astray .
You'll regret it once you settle
For friendship all the way .

As all such friendships known to man
Though lasting tried and true,
Cannot compare to one true love
Between just her and you.


Greenwolfe 1962

CLAY BOY AND RACHEL

They met at the pond on one summer day .
The girl named Rachel and the boy named Clay .
Clay Boy knew Rachel , and she was his dream
That's why he travels each day to the stream .
And there by the pond he waits every day .
There he saw Rachel , when she came to play .
Some say he sees her , where she used to roam .
Last time I saw her , we carried her home .

Greenwolfe 1962

THE WHIPPOORWILL

He comes to me each springtime now
And sings his loving song .
The memories he brings to me
Just make me sing along .

It was so many years ago
That I first heard him call .
The most blessed sound I ever heard ,
A wonder to recall .

It was the year he came to me ,
A love out of the blue .
He was the finest man I'd known
Who loved me oh so true .

I have no tears to shed just now .
The birdie sings so gay .
I guess I shed them long ago ,
The year he passed away .

But now I hear the whippoorwill
Who sang to both of us .
And though I have no wish to cry ,
Why do I make such fuss ?

I guess it's just my memories ,
They all come streaming back .
There are so many to recall
Sometimes I just lose track .

But here he is , the whippoorwill .
Reminding me again ,
Of how it was when he loved me
As I loved him back then .

These memories are all I have .
He left so long ago .
I guess it's just the whippoorwill
Who knows I miss him so .


Greenwolfe 1962

CROSSROADS

Each day you rise from sleeping
Your choices manifest .
Crossroads are before you
You know not which is best .

No guides but those created
By you in bygone days
To show you which road taken
Shall lead to better days .

Some souls are filled with answers ;
Still others , none at all .
Someone on some roads you take
May catch you when you fall .

Some roads are only darkness .
Others filled with light .
No matter which you've taken ,
No guarentee it's right .

But this is life's adventure .
Don't shudder at this choice .
God gives you all the answers .
Just hear His loving voice .

So , when you rise tomorrow ,
Your destiny's not cast .
Only changed by those you made
Far in your distant past .

Worry not of roads you took
For some will take you back .
The fear that makes you wonder
Will leave when on God's track .

When you round the final turn
Of roads you chose before ,
That road takes you home again
Or ends outside His door .


Copyright Randolph Greer

A GODLY MOTHER

I met her in my younger days

When I was nine or ten .

But she had grace enough for me

To notice even then .



I still recall her gentle ways

That made this world seem bright .

And I just knew if she was there

God's will would make things right .



She worked each day from dawn till dusk

To clean and darn and cook .

Her children just went on their way .

What ere she gave , they took .



But they were all the joy she knew .

She revelled in their success .

For they were what she came to do ,

Make sure they had no less .



She took the youngest by the hand

And carried one with her .

Then guided each as they walked home

A trek they did endure .



She did the same on Sunday morn .

Each time in joy or tears .

And when her children left their home ,

Alone she walked for years .



I saw her once beyond the years

That most might live and die .

And called on her to see if she

Was well as I passed by .



She slowly rose from her soft chair

And said , how I had "grown."

I asked if she had need of me

She seemed ," to be alone ."



"Oh no ," she said . "I've company .

For he'll be in that chair ."

But as I turned away she said ,

"The Lord , he sits right there ."



So I just smiled and waved goodby

The final time for sure .

I heard she died that very night .

God savors lives so pure .



Copyright 2010 Greenwolfe 1962