Golfing Therapy

I'm in golfing therapy

with a little white ball,

I'm so short,

The trees are tall

Up and down the fairway we go,

So hard to believe we'll soon have snow,

This is far better than sitting in a chair,

On this little white ball,

go all my cares

 © Margaret Moores

Brighteagles@msn.com

Our Spirit In The Skies

From right across this country we call home,
So far and wide we're spread
We're all happy to take the time to be here,
And see what lies ahead
We've all come to The Grampians.

Although we've never really met
The only contact we've had til now,
Is by phone or the Internet.

Invited to the mountains,
To gather here as one,
For reasons only we can share,
As campfire songs are sung.
In celebration of a wonderful life,
Taken far too soon.

Left only with the memory of a man,
His Songs, melody and tune.

And we all shall unite as one,
With others so far away,
And share a in moments silence,
On a mid October day.
While we may not be in Colorado,
Or Aspen in the Fall.
We will remember in our hearts,
The way he touched us all.

So we will plant a tree of remembrance,
And lay a plaque in his name.
To mark this day forever,
In the minds of those who came.
And somewhere circling above us all,
A watchful Eagle flies.
A symbol of remembrance,
Our Spirit In The Skies.

Copyright© 2001
Alistair Wilson.

Lessons Of Life

From you,

I've learned the lessons of life

I can wear shades with golden rims

My brightest colours of yellow and green

I can even wear purple if I so desire

I can run the race and finish well

at 50 or beyond

with grace and mercy

I can listen to the wind

as he sings me a song

Maybe even dream a dream or two

I can treasure each day

and know it is a gift!

Such are the lessons of life!

©Margaret Moores

Brighteagles@msn.com

John Denver 1943~1997

Somewhere beyond the mountains, where heaven meets the skies,

Where eagles soar and rainbows end, is where your spirit flies.

In a place of no tomorrows, in serenity and peace,

Where sunshine fills your every hour and pain and sorrow cease.

And in the arms of angels is where you now belong,

But when you went you left behind your legacy of song.

A legacy of love for us that ever lingers on,

It's in our hearts and in our souls, it never will be gone.

We'll hear it on the breezes, a whisper in the night

And always in our memories, for each, a guiding light.

And I look toward the mountains, through tears that fill my eyes,

And far beyond where I can see, your wondrous spirit flies.

©Lynne Groves

(England)

Sing One More Song For Me

Sing one more song for me,

Sing it loud,

Sing it clear,

And please do sing it strong

Let me hear your song

As I climb majestic mountains,

Let me see an eagle fly

above the stormy sea,

John Henry, sing one more song for me

©Margaret Moores

Brighteagles@msn.com

Goodbye My Friend

Hear the sound of rain as it tumbles to the ground

Roaring sound of thunder, and lightning all around

Fluffy little clouds, forming in the sky

Everything is perfect here.

Except I never said Goodbye

Swaying fields of wheat, husks of golden brown

Babies new born cries, and laughter all around

But the sadness fills my heart,

As I look up to the sky

I wish I got the chance

To say to you goodbye

I can feel you in every breeze and every day

In early morning dew

In every bird that sings his song,

I feel a part of you

Moon and stars will shine; day will meet the night

Waves will reach the shore, and birds will take to flight

Everything is beautiful, as I struggle not to cry

One more day is all I ask ...

So I can say goodbye.

I see you in every breeze and every day

In the early morning dew

In every bird that sings his song,

There lives a part of you!

©Jennifer Bell

Nature's Symphony

The stars still shine at night

The sun still shines all day

Snow falls on the mountains

As eagles hunt for prey

The leaves still rustle quietly

As they fall down to the ground

The wind still blows its symphony

Making music all around

The trees hang down their boughs

As if in silent prayer

Nature's way of saying

it wishes you were there

The forests grow together

Standing strong and tall

Streams flow through the mountains

In an endless waterfall

Your soul is all around us

Your spirit will never die

And the eagle with its majestic wings

Is teaching you to fly

So spread your wings and soar

Fly way way way up high

Look down on us, your friends

Who will never say good-bye.

©Jennifer Bell

Legacy 2000 - Let Us Begin!

"I'll come back as an Eagle".....
These words we heard him say.
We pause, in hope, as we stand-in-place;
we wish again to touch his face.

We've glanced the quiet skies above
still searching for the friend we love.
We want him "near" to live his gift,
for we may fear Time's massive shift.

His spirit, sealed, has now revealed
"We're each 'part' of the 'whole' "
For he has stepped in Father's midst,
his journey through the Son;
And now he speaks the Ancient Rhymes
across ages of Time;
He reaches out to take our hand,
for we remain as 'one'.

The world he sees through Eagle's eye;
He now beholds "his part"
As truth and beauty become one
and melts into the Sun.
Now he knows how Nature's art
became a tranquil part;
And held him close unto its heart,
as he lived his Seasons of the Heart.

He lived his life for us, in love and melody;
fine-tuned our rusty, weak heartstrings
to live "just as we are";
And still he carries our hopes, our dreams
in his "sparkling crystal jar".

How can we say that he is gone
while our Mother still sings his song?
Dried now are my tears....once fell like heavy rain;
for I have heard the Wind blow
still whispering his name......
I hear him in the newborns' cry
and in an old man's sigh.
I see him dance in jewelled water's deep,
I hear him singing from the skies.
I see him as a bird in flight
still soaring through the air.
I watch him swim with humpback whales,
protect the dolphin's lair.
Proudly, he stands 'sentinel' over Yellowstone,
and in his care he'll lift them up,
the wolves he calls his own.

He sits with me on mountainside;
he's the wind upon my back.
We share the vast expanse of open seas
the deserts far and wide;
And when we stand at ocean's shore
to hear the foaming breakers roar,
We feel the deafening thunder
and still, in awe, he smiles at its wonder.

I see him in the mighty trees
among the forest's green hues,
And as we walk through gold-grain fields
I watch him paint his favourite horizon's "blue".
When I lie upon the ground 'neath diamond starry-lights
I never doubt his presence here,
I still see him in the night.
For, now in gracefulness he flies
with silvered spirit-wings;
His music binds our humanness
in breathlessness he sings.

He beckons us to take his stand,
in trust, to heal our Mother's land;
His words still written in the sands.......

He spreads his wings.....in love, receives
our unused "yesterdays"
and bids us come, in love for him,
to cast away our sorrow,
For, time is rich and we must know
he'll dance on our "tomorrows".

The Potter's Wheel, in steady turn....
his journey-gift for what we've learned;
If we believe what he could see -
Earth's battle we can win.....

John's "Legacy" for our next 2000

is now - "Let Us Begin!"

© 6/1999
BJ (Whitefeathers)

When God Made John Denver

When God made John Denver

I think He must have sung a song,

It must have been a song of joy,

Then He looked around and said,

 "FAR OUT!"

When God made John Denver,

The devil cried,

"There will be more peace in the world,

Now what will I do?"

When God made John Denver,

The mountains danced and the mighty sea roared,

Horses leaped and eagles soared,

When God made John Denver,

The flowers grew and added to the beauty of the earth,

All because of one single birth,

When God made John Denver,

The birds sang a song of hope,

His friends became our friends,

And the world was happier,

We learned we could be free,

To be what we were intended to be.

When God made John Denver,

He must have broken the mould,

Then He looked around and said,

FAR OUT!"

Margaret Moores    

© 2000      

Brighteagles@msn.com 

I Still Hear You Singing

• I still hear you singing

  In cathedral mountains high,

  in the greening of the forest,

  in the rising of the sun,

  I think God's trying to tell me

  You haven't really gone,

  It's just that you are truly,

  finally home

  I still hear you singing,

  in blowing winds and rain,

  I still hear your laughter

  all around,

  I think our Father's trying to say,

  You haven't really gone,

  It's just that you are truly

  finally home

   

  When I was a young girl,

  crying and in pain,

  sunshine on my shoulders

  made me smile again,

  And I still hear you singing

  in children that I see

  in birds that fly above my head

  What a mystery!

   

  And I think our Father's trying to say,

  You haven't really gone,

  It's just that you are truly

  finally home

   

  And I'll someday see you singing

  When I'm finally home

   

  ©1998, Margaret Moores

• 
  

Silent...for John Denver

Last night was dark and muggy still
Nothing to see but a muddy sky
Air thick with unknown feelings...
In my mind all eagles could fly.
 
As I trod that well beaten path
through the forests of my soul
My minds eye could see the dim folly
that all of the ancients know.

A strong breeze from the south
held me in its damp thrall...
Billowing the sails of uncertainty
Headed for uncharted ports of call.
 
Pillars of the Acropolis tumbling
underneath the moonlight's eerie glow
A song dying in the wind
A friend drifting in the water below.
 
Had I but known it then
Ah yes... but nothing to be done
But I did know and listen not
Tis my folly...and my grief all in one.
 
I awoke to a gentle rain
Quiet thoughts drifted by...
Why I never knew...
Just how high an eagle could fly.
 
Rita Carrington Bryant
© 1997
For John Denver...

A Dream Of Peace.

I have a dream.
Not a nightmare.
It’s a dream of peace.
In a world of stillness.
Like the sound of the ocean
Like it circles the land.
Like a still evening sky.
Or the promise of a new day.
Peace is the dream of all man.
A silent prayer for the planet.
Another word is Love.
© Marina Green.

John I Thank You

The Late John Denver – Singer, Environmentalist & Humanitarian

A Man For the People, A Man For the Earth

When John died on the 12^th October 1997

He was happily flying, & in “Seventh Heaven”

His spirit was uplifted on high by family & friends

Who celebrated his life, as a man, singer, & Earth Friend

Followed later by the Medicine Wheel Indian ceremony

Held in Aspen on 12^th October ’98 with love & harmony,

In memory of John’s love for the Earth, & vision for peace

 & for people to move forward;  & their pain to release.

Seven long years have now passed on by

Since John’s Spirit was freed to fly

Soaring, gliding, way past the speed of mach

Amongst the stars & planets, and back

To hover above the Earth & all who dwell thereon

His Spirit uplifted by those carrying on

Helping the sick & hungry and the environment

Things he himself did before his untimely ascent.

If a streak of light flashes brightly on high

That’s probably John’s Spirit flashing on by

Zooming amidst the stars in a wondrous place

Joyously flying in the magical grandeur of space

Perhaps rejoining other Spirits, all rolled into one

Watching over the Earth bathed in golden sun

His Spirit warming all who live & strive below

As peace & encouragement from his Essence flows.

He showed us all, what one man can do

We each, in turn, can contribute our bit too

Even if one is perennially& boringly broke

It doesn’t cost to pick up rubbish or to help other folk

Or to click on the Hunger, & Environmental sites

And to, in small ways to try to make things right

To pray for peace, & to protect Mother Earth,

& to care for mankind & all creatures on Earth.

As the wheel of life spins and turns

Will he climb aboard and one day return?

If so, no matter what guise he wears,

There’ll be love & hope for all; in the air.

©2004 by Gloria Donnelly

Australia & Global Warming

Carefree days, kids running under sprinklers and down water-slides

Jumping into backyard pools, with the water splashing up the sides

Water running into gutters when washing cars, kids chasing each other with hoses

Folk relaxing in spas, washing driveways, liberally watering lawns & lovely roses

Living happily in this land, it’s resources for sustaining life not given a thought

It’s About Time it was included in the school curriculum and thoroughly taught.

This land of contradictions with its droughts and flooding rains

Has given unsparingly and selflessly of herself again and again

This land of rainforests, desert, mountains, and golden sands

Is in dire straits, and desperately needs a helping hand

Our most precious commodity, water, is under threat

And as global warming increases, it’ll become scarcer yet.

No more will we see kids playing under sprinklers, gay and carefree

As fixed hoses are banned, and water usage cut quite severely

There’ll be hotter days, with longer droughts in this land bound by golden shores

If it’s not already too late by far, we need to be ‘using less, doing so much more.’

With unbearable heat, water scarce, what will sustain life in this great southern land

Land of my birth, land of my heart, is it really too late to extend a helping hand?

Will our grandchildren know our animals, mountains, and streams

While we’re polluting the water and making forests scream?

Will eagles still be able to soar in the searing stifling heat

As they look long and hard for once plentiful prey to eat?

Will the rivers still run free, and the mountains still sing

As catastrophe on all living things, mankind brings?

If man and other animals want to survive and keep giving birth

We need to work towards a sustainable future for all on Mother Earth

John Denver sang “I want to play in the World Game” back in 1983

Yet Governments still look to the dollar; they will not listen and will not see

Global warming is upon us with huge chunks of ice sliding into the seas

It’s NOW we need Governments, and all people, the moment to seize.

©2004   Gloria Donnelly December 2004

Worst in Nature – Best in Man

On Boxing Day, December 26, in the year 2004

Asian Nations fled from tsunamis speeding onto their shores,

The tremendous loss of life, & sheer and utter devastation

Was viewed with horror by people of all other nations

The very worst in Nature has brought out the very best in mankind

As people couldn’t get the dreadful pictures of suffering out of their minds

Governments pledged as much as they could, & ordinary folk dug deep

To bring aid to the areas that so very desperately needed relief.

Entire families swept away, children orphaned, their world undone

John Denver once sang from the heart, “All of our children are that one”

And in another song;  “I too am a Father, that little one is mine.”

 Let people of all Nations think that way, and let their generosity shine.

Conserving wilderness in Alaska.

For many years Mardie Murie worked tirelessly and hard

To protect the Alaskan wilderness, & its species to guard

She would be saddened to know of the changes to the Act

That conserved the Wildlife Park; through a pact

Witnessed by Mardi, and by John Denver, on the day.

Both of these fine folk have since winged their way on high

& If you listen to the wind, you can hear their disappointed sighs

They worked to sustain life, and to conserve, & to preserve

To give future generations of man, and all species the future they deserve

Yet once again man is blinded by his own agenda and by greed

And cannot see the sustainable future that all on earth need.

Gloria Donnelly April 2005