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Thoughts in Autumn

I become lost in the scattered mess as I always am,
or seem to be, unable to break my unhappy cycle.
When daylight begins to die with everything else I find some peace.
The modern world allows for many of us to
avoid panic before the cold comes,
too much time to think when survival is not the pulse of thought.

I let an early frost-covered weekend morning break the silence,
and watch the cold glisten outside the kitchen window.
The house is asleep, though I am not.
My head hangs, my heart hangs,
my thoughts aren’t of anything memorable or meaningful.

Coffee is a good thing,
I learned to drink it too young with Gramps who would wake
too early to watch frost with a hanging head as well.
A deep sadness carried by men who often spread cheer themselves
but know the grim realities of life,
staying with those who have love in their hearts despite
the darkness of the world.

Slow mornings are good.
I wish I could share them with Gramps and Dad.
I say bring the season on with a quiet passion.
Dying colors have that special beauty,
an irreplaceable hit on the senses.
The air is cold, the coffee hot,
and I somewhere in between.
If anything I am ahead of the day
but behind in everything else,
thinking on this autumn morning.

Kyle McHale      2012

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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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Grandfathers and Legends

That only in the world of theirs,
Something round the rocking chairs,
That only sit on hallowed ground,
Wisdom coming through as sound.

Just gather round, gather round,
A proper spot that must be found.
What light is there from you to me?
A glimpse of it I wish to see.

Tell me something I don’t know
About a battle in the snow.
Tell me something I need now,
About the time you fought that cow.

Tell me something of your love,
A passion that I know not of.
Tell me what has made you strong,
A mystery or favorite song.

Tell me how you’ve lived so well,
I want to know the secret spell.
Tell me something of your youth
When you discovered simple truth.

Tell me something of the land,
Of how you worked it with your hands.
Tell me something of a friend,
Of how you saw him through the end.

A story told to me I’ll keep,
And think of when I fall asleep.
A glimpse of hope I can dream on,
To carry with me when you’re gone.

Kyle McHale      2012


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