Deep in the sky
There stands the blue fields
As pure as the seas of grace
As high as the clouds bright image
Down below is the echoing of the fields
As farms flow their grain by the lights of the wind
In the morning and in the night
The dawn shows its kind image
Draping its light in kindness
Soft morning dew lays its water on the corn
Light reflecting its rainbows on the small places
The small places on the corn
And drips itself gently
Gently with the winding winds
As one arises in the morning
To look upon the open plains
As wonderful as it was and as it remains
It could not contain
Another form of beauty
The Colorado mountains
With there steep and strong majesty
And the wildness of the great trees
Majesty stands beneath the sun
Great stones towering above the heights
The heights of man are nothing
Compared to the great grace of these mountains
Icy peaks maintain there ice
Even in the middle of the summer
Flowing streams
Grow like mighty hills
Dripping down a great path
Like the islands in the storms
Which hold strong against the wind
So the great mountains
Have stood the test of time
But back again to the flat fields
Time sets itself a new path
After returning to the flat fields
And open windy skylines
Came a deep dark forest
And stone temples
Speaking Spanish on the trainways
Glittering skies in the heights
And swimming on a turtle's back
In deep blue passions of the waters
Pyramids
Great flowing flowers on the walkway
Briefly in the streets of Memphis
Then time taking a new course
Finds the clamoring streets and bright lights
The great mass of humanity
Clustered together tightly
In the spirit of a great whirlwind
Cultures and peoples unite
Art, and dancing
Imagination glittering
With the thoughts of past era’s
As a lamp for new engineering
Of highways and waterways
The east river
And the hudson
Hug the tight island
Kindly
Kindly they grip this great mass of culture
Together
Into something united
Remembering all these places
Is like collecting paintings on a shelf
It is to select
And collect
Emerging images by the light
Of standards clear
And standards of old
Without ever standing
As in the frozn cold
To not question
The thoughts by which we judge
But to know that beauty
Comes in many different forms
And each offers a special vision
And a special image
Of curves
Or of flatlines
Of grayness
Or of the brightness of color
They all wrap a string around the mind
And pull in their fair feelings
Unique panels of abstraction
Bright skies
And winding waterways
The many fruits of the forest
Offer unique beauties
The fairness of life comes
From tasting them all
And in gaining a new dimension
To one’s abstractions
To one's feelings
And forms
And in the inner movings of images
Imagining a new place
Out of bright sparkles
And high winds of change
Take the islands
And the mountains
The flat open farmlands
As well as the bright movements
Of the iron skies
And bright metal lights
Put them together
And see the fullness of life
Not by ranking each glory
By the standards of another
But by seeing each as its own form
Of dignity, abstraction, and image
Each with its own gift
In a kaleidoscope
Of graces and virtues
To make hours melting by
To be longer and finer
And higher than the oceans waves
Singing like blue lights in the morning
And then be peaceful in the dark light
Of the sunrise and the sunset
So memory creates new days
Each day with a bright new lines
To draw a new picture
And breath a new form of life
Life is a basket of graces
And the lines from each
Can give food of thought
And inspiration to the heart
So that the mind and the heart
Can come together
And gather with the moon and the sun
Making peace between the two
So that they speak as one.