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.
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, ...
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.