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, ...
The Killer Of Bees
Have we so soon forgotten, DDT?
It's encounter with the Condor?
Now it's come time, to help the bee,
May be too late, while we ponder.
It began as a mystery, bees disappeared,
Lost from their hives, none were found;
Research shown, thought to be feared,
Pesticide's residue, left in the ground.