Where To Look? George Bowers April 2016 There’s fear and terror in the night There’s angst in daily life, There’s a multitude of grief and pain And worry over strife. How can we deal with all the trash, How can we live and cope? Where is the glimmer in the…
There is a church in Harrisonburg, With the funny name of Muhlenberg, Who was the man that bore this name? Why does he hold such lasting fame? Twas a man of the cloth, who led a flock,
Echoing deeply through the heavy fog, A chorus of croakers in the bowery bog. There’s something about those slimy frogs Croaking on those grimy logs, That takes me back to boyhood days,
This closing day is bittersweet, I hate to quit but, man, I’m beat. Up each morning at half past four,
Have you ever seen anything so very fair As a gorgeous and great big ole black bear? With their shiny coats and hairy paws,
The Buck’s Demise What makes all bucks act so insane, Inflicting and enduring pain? What makes them skip their hunger urge, And cause their blood and musk to surge?
Compromise What turns dark red to lighter pink? And causes perfume to start to stink? What changes sweet to musty sour, And leads brave men to cringe and cower?
Of one great truth there is no doubt, It governs me and you, Be sure your sins will find you out, They always surely do! Though you may try to prove this wrong,
Bullet Words November 2012 – George Bowers After firing, it’s then too late, To change its course or hesitate. The bullet’s gone and on its way To do what damage that it may.
Blacksmith’s Shop George Bowers October, 2012 I went down to the blacksmith’s shop, to watch him at his work, And saw him beat and pound, like someone half berserk. But he knew just what to do, to make what was in his mind, His skills and brains and brawn, were…