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