Biography of G.R. Gaus
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.
G.R. Gaus Poems
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?
We walked along the crystal stream, Melting snow, in swollen banks, To be with you, a waking dream, Every moment, I give thanks.
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.
What are colors of the skin?
That makes us so different?
Flesh surrounding, so thin,
How can we be so ignorant?
Long ago in European clans,
So the scientists have found,
All the same in feet and hands,
Their color, a deepen browned.