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
Chow Dog Zen 