Chuy’s Trail Morning

That I might rise before the sun,
Before the waking world’s begun
To sing aloud of another day.
Reticence is my way.

Summer’s Ease

That I might see the greening grass,
Or sparkling snow, and clouds that pass
And beyond them the great wide aquamarine skies
The color of your eyes.

Out Here

That I might feel hot sunny days,
The summer wind as the cottonwood sways.
And driven snow, and chilling cold,
When striking out feels brave and bold.

Avenue Of The Pines

That I might savor this vapor rich
With piney woods and muddy ditch.
The taste of water, clear and cool
Fresh from a springtime pool.

Peace

That I might lay me down to sleep
With promises yet to keep,
Feeling sure, as the stars shine above,
I am loved, and so, too, I love.

Chuy the Wonderdog

-Chuy