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, ...
Unfortunate And Fame
How old was I, when first we met?
A diamond, sparkled in your eye;
Taught me young, I won't forget,
The power, that fame can buy.
A crooked path, those who walk,
That shallow life of fame;
With a superficial, line of talk,
Autographs, bind your name.