Poems by Ron

Poems by Ron

Christmas Tree

~ Ron Walker ~ 12 Comments

In 1998 Michelle and I had lost everything we owned and were living in a small borrowed 18 foot AirStream trailer. It was complete with scorpions that would hunt for warmth in our bed, as the little trailer had more holes in and around it than Swiss Cheese. Michelle was a real bright spot for the kids and I, so I wrote this for us… It comes from my Collection of Poems. 

Christmas Tree

There will be no Christmas Tree this year, She says she understands…
Things have happened to us both, that were just out of our hands.
And like the baby Jesus, that had hay for a bed that night…
At least we have a roof and warmth, and can hold each other tight. 
  

There will be no pretty blinking lights, to brighten up the night…
But the stars are free, and we can see, as we hold each other tight.
And like the baby Jesus, who had his own star on that night…
We will pick our very own, to remind us of this night. 
  
 
There will be no Christmas Tree this year, she says she understands…
For some are not as fortunate, as to hold their true love’s hand.
And some will sleep upon the ground, and feel the chill too deep…
Some will drift off quietly, and never wake from sleep. 
  
 
There will be no Christmas Tree this year, but I’m glad I have her here…
And we will dream of better times, and dry each other’s tears.
So before you fuss about the gifts, that are not right there to see…
Think about the two of us, We’d settle for your tree.

© Ron Walker, December 1998

Merry Christmas to everyone, from Ron and Michelle.

Fall (Poems by Ron)

~ Ron Walker ~ 12 Comments

Fall…

Fall is in the air, and winter sends its  greetings, the air is fresh, clear and crisp, I see my breath take wing.

The birds are heading south again, the squirrels are working hard…
It’s the time of year I think of you, as I walk across the park.

Soon the sounds of caroling, will fill the air at night…
And lovers will walk and talk out here, and hold each other tight.

The holidays will make us smile, and bring hearts closer still…
And when the wind blows low and cold, our hearts won’t feel the chill.

Young eyes will sparkle from the lights, that dance upon the trees….
And we will walk, and talk, and love, and wish upon the leaves.

It’s time for things to sleep and wait, for spring to come again…
But to miss the winter of our love, would truly be a sin.

I will hold you through the cold, and love you till the spring…
And be here holding onto you, when the birds return to sing.
 

Ron Walker September 1998

Old Warriors

~ Ron Walker ~ 18 Comments

A poem written by me in 2003 for All retirees male or female, of the law enforcement and emergency community. This Christmas, please take a moment and thank a retiree, or active public servant.

Old Warriors

Where do all old warriors go, when they can no longer mount their steeds,
Do they sit in front of late night fires, and dream of long past deeds?
Are their dreams still filled with riding the wind, and battle for the good,
Or are their Hearts like heavy metal, their eyes beneath deep hoods.

The loss of the hunt, the thrill of the fight, denied at last to them,
They sit and mourn with new pains born, through eyes that seem to dim.
Their armor no longer girds them, to all the World they bare,
While once a subject whispered of, now people only stare.

Though a cane replaces his sword these days, he still remembers when,
The sound of his voice, gave others a choice, to stop and think again.
The sparkle of his armor, the swiftness of his deeds,
Brought happiness to good ones, and bad men to their knees.

So though they walk much softer now, and hardly are they seen,
If you chance to catch the eye of one, within you’ll see a gleam.
The strength of younger warriors now, replace them on mounted steeds,
So they can live a quieter life, and partake of rest they need.

Yet still they walk with heads held high, a gleam within their eye,
Reflections in a silver cane, of clouds high in the sky…

Ron Walker March 2003

Once upon a time, on a voyage long ago..

~ Ron Walker ~ 15 Comments

Shipwreck…

How long have I lain upon this deck, of a ship that’s tempest tossed…
Like a man that’s died, no longer cares, and fears the world is lost.
Am I a coward, or simply tired, of fighting waves so large…
I must get up, and find my way, or wait on the funeral barge.

Once upon a time that’s past, the sails were full and proud…
She rode the waves, and sailed the world, with love upon her bow.
A crew of two, and love so true, is how she tamed the waves…
Happy times, and days of mirth, is what she always gave.

Then came the storms that cracked the main, and set my world adrift…
A crew of two, with love so true, but the faith began to slip.
So here we stand, on separate ends, of a ship that seems so long…
I think back on the love and faith, and wonder where they’ve gone.

After a black, and terrible storm, I found that you were gone…
I stood upon the empty deck, and loudly sang our song.
I cursed the waves, that brought me here, and fought to save my ship…
The thunder was loud, the rocks too close, my feet began to slip.

How long have I lain upon this deck, of a ship that’s tempest tossed…
Like a man that’s died, no longer cares, and fears the world is lost.
I must get up, and save myself, to remain here is to die…
But the loss is deep, there is no sleep, and the stars just make me cry.

But I will stand upon the shore, and search the waves so blue…
And hope my love is strong enough, to find someone that’s true.

Ron Walker August 1998