poems by ron

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

The Chill (Poem: Ron Walker)

~ Ron Walker ~ 16 Comments

The Chill…

There are things I need to say, before my heart explodes…
And there are things, I wish I’d hear, before you turn to go.

I know the wind is cold tonight, but it’s a different chill I feel…
And words we two exchange tonight, will say just how we feel.

I thought that things were different now, you said you really cared…
We talked and laughed, and reminisced, of times that we had shared.

I know the wind is cold tonight, and you must hurry on…
But I can hear your radio, the playing of our song.

If I could change the course of time, we would not be here tonight…
Looking in each other’s eyes, and trying not to cry.

I know this wind is cold tonight, but my heart still holds a flame…
And if you change your mind someday, I hope you call my name.

So spread your wings, and do some things, just know I love you still…
And I’ll come here, from time to time, and face into the chill.

I know the wind is cold tonight, but please don’t hurry so…
I’ll say my piece, and touch your cheek, and I’ll be the last to go.

Standing as we are tonight, we seem so far apart…
The wind blows cold around us both, but it can never chill my heart.

I know the wind is cold to night, but it’s a different chill I feel…
And with this kiss, upon our lips, our parting we shall seal.

Ron Walker November 1998

@Amazon.com books