The Wood Carver

The Wood Carver

I met a man who carves
on wood, he works magic
with his hands

It's amazing how life's
path twists and turns,
even when you've made
other plans

Always wish on your
lucky star because you
just never know

What dreams may still
come true, if you tend
the seeds ye sow

So time will tell,
yes that's what
we say, as my
interest grows

Will the carver
find a place
in my heart?

Let's see how the story goes...

Lynn West
(c) 2012

Carved shillelagh tree root cane wood spirit - by Wade Stockton - wadescarvings.com

Shut Down

Shut Down

He left without taking
a single step - he just
closed his "door" and
completely shut out
the world, leaving me
behind in wonder of
what I thought was so
much more

All the smiles are fading away
as reality sets in
and his closed door
is a constant reminder
that he won't let
"anyone" in....

My heart is sad
for his woe
but until his "lonely" stops,
forward we will never go
stuck in time like an unwound clock...

Lynn West
(c) 2012
I miss you, Woodchopper

Gentle Warrior

Gentle Warrior

My gentle warrior
so strong and brave
your heart was made of steel
I tried, yet could not reach you
it was an endless climb, all uphill

Sometimes I look back
and remember your face,
your gentle touch,
your warm embrace
and my heart breaks
all over again
because I know
what could have been

Your walls so thick,
I could never break through
no matter how much I tried,
I could not reach your rebel heart
or grasp how you felt deep inside

Maybe it was karma, kismet or fate
that decided this was not right,
whatever the reason I know not,
but alas, I gave up the fight

Lynn West
(c) 2012

Family

Family

Family roots run deep,
children become their
elders as time marches
on, knowing full well
that when one generation
is gone, another generation
is there to take it's place,
to carry on traditions, to
fulfill hopes and dreams

And in generation after
generation, smiles are
repeated as she looks
like her grandmother
or he reminds everyone
of his favorite uncle,
the way he smiles
or the way she holds her
hands

Without realization of it,
perhaps, you have become
them, the elders,
in certain ways
and your children
will one day be
the ones carrying
on the family traditions

May it always be
that our family
circle grows
with love mountains
high and patience
in abundance, with
joy a sea full and
happiness as big
as the night sky

I love you, my family
past, present
and future
for generations,
forevermore

Lynn West
(c) 2012