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Toy Soldiers

A child with his soldier toys
Shoots and bangs his war time noise,
Knowing not the real cost
Of fallen brethren and true loss.

No one can fault the little ones
For thinking play time soldier fun,
For maybe raised on bravery,
A father dressed for full duty,

And back he comes from war alone
Blessed to see his child at home.
“Go on son with your soldiers play,
I’ll let you know the truth some day.”

Kyle McHale      2012

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My Westward Mind

A calling to my westward mind,
But I a stubborn east-lee soul,
What wonders stay out there to find
A landscape that once truly stole
The dreams of men whose families kept
In all that pain but never wept,
Yet strived to seek another way,
Packed up that carriage, moving on
To some new tune of western song
To follow the sun at red ends day.

A place kept near and close down in
Where wild calls and spirit seeks
A chance for the true journey-man
To not perish on an east-lee street.
Venture forth! Venture forth!
Find out what life is truly worth,
Watch the plains spill out with sun,
Dip in a river wide with fear,
Hold close those things that are so dear.
Watch a herd of bison run

Like changing winds of giant domes,
A bison’s back or thunder cloud,
Confusing start to a new home,
On the edge is living now.
In that edge a canyon stays
Waiting for heavy hearts to pray,
And sway among a wild place,
A brown bear’s spirit hiding out
Where driven up are magic trout,
Where all is comfort in the space.

A calling to my westward mind,
A storm not seen so deep within,
Building smoke like the ancient kind
When one small flame has to begin
A roaring traveler’s blaze
That fire’s the soul into the haze,
When it clears what stays is peace
That seeps through once painful veins,
Heartache that’s released after heavy rain,
The past is now the lonesome east.

Kyle McHale      2012

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