Last stock standing on the barren ground,
In the distance still stands green trees,
Creek runs there, here bare around,
Crumpled plants bent to their knees.
Next year's food, so little found,
Tragic loss of birds, fish, and bees,
Third horse soon will pound the ground,
Foreground 'workmen,' tree line 'Rich-folk,' if you please.
Hot Weather Warm Heart
By Arley Steinhour 082112
The Summer heat seems ended,
A month before its time,
Records set, upended,
Defying Record rhyme.
Temperatures, beyond alarm,
Great flooding in parts of globe,
Storms and damage, deepens harm,
Leaving many without life or robe.
The days are getting shorter now,
Summer heat should still abound,
Ironically, Temperatures are down,
Much destruction still is found.
Threats of war, are running rampant,
Neighbors feuding over the fence,
Countries failing, on others be dependant,
Saved by credit that makes no sense.
Brother hating brother,
Daughter hates Mother, too,
Priests, no longer called Father,
Evangelicals are singing Blues.
You said these things would happen,
You warned us to keep an eye,
Lifestyles dirtier than hog-pen,
Animal species just up and die.
Close, the time of your retrieval,
of Your Bride, the Christian Church,
To save us from all the evil,
Not be left, pining in the lurch.
Calling to the unsaved, like rolling of the dice,
Witnessing, on how Great thou art,
On the Cross, paying Redemption price,
Salvation for the asking, they refuse a part.
When you are ready, come take us Home,
Until you do, we continue to do our part,
In blink of the eye, with the word to 'Come,'
We are Eternally yours, with sin-free heart.