Grew up in St. Louis, then lived on a farm in Western Missouri for 30 years. Married in 1977 we have three boys, my wife and I now live in Colorado where we are experimenting with retirement. more »
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G.R. Gaus Poems
We walked along the crystal stream, Melting snow, in swollen banks, To be with you, a waking dream, Every moment, I give thanks.
Manifest Destiny Rides Again
We call ourselves Americans; Have we erased the past? Forgotten how this land was won? Can't hear the distant blast?
A Simple Metaphor
Naked I came, naked I'll leave, Naked was I, when first conceived, Naked I thought, naked I learned, Naked was I, when first I yearned,
The Last Dance
Ever so long we've strolled our path, Hand in hand, with a spin and whirl, Passing time's withheld its wrath, Gliding on, through this final twirl.
I find it difficult, to meet this one, My search has traveled far, Well beneath the setting sun, Seems the distance of a star.
The Element Of Fire
Once in time, the lightning struck, The fire, burned open and wild; Early man, first felt the warmth, Comfort, for mother and child.
How far do you reach, my family tree? How many, born and died; Great grandfather sailed from Germany, His past, was soon set aside.
Winter's day has seen its last, The clocks are winding down, O're the hills a shadow's cast, Lamenting; the lonely sound.
An idea begins with creative thought, Followed soon by drawing a plan, Finding a location, timely sought, Measurements consistent with span.
The day we lose our innocence, The day we become confused, A darkened threat of ambiance, Grips tight a life misused.
I thank you for this life, To experience a chance, To feel the hidden wonders, At more than just a glance.
Why did I put up with you? For so many worthless years, Hardly ever, made a dime, Times; you brought me to tears.
Early morning’s origin of light, Pale; softly dozing in slumber, Ever so subtle, eyes given sight, Tones ignite in burnt umber.
Chasing One's Tail
Once, I was a much younger man, Passed my time in restless thought, Thinking of how I’d make my stand, Never sensing that I’d been caught.
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We walked along the crystal stream,
Melting snow, in swollen banks,
To be with you, a waking dream,
Every moment, I give thanks.
Wind blew high, rocked the pines,
Air down below was calm,
To be with you, sun always shines,
Soft poetry of a psalm.
You wandered off with no direction,
Laughing with the day,
To be with you, I feel protection,
Knowing you will stay.
Deeply falling, under forest’s spell,
I lingered on behind,
To be with you, a fragrant smell,
All, is well aligned.
You turned a glance, a gentle smile, ...