In the Eye of the Storm
He took me by the arm and said,
“Won’t you walk with me?”
Out in the misty wood,
Rain drippin’ from the trees.
He told me his story in a few quiet words,
All about his life of glory
And the time that he served
In the eye of the storm.
I saw you in a dream last night,
We watched the city burn.
You shook your head and said,
“Won’t they ever learn?”
We sifted through the ashes,
There wasn’t much left.
We saved the ones we could,
But we had to leave the rest
In the eye of the storm.
There’s panic in the faces
Of the children as they run,
They come from so far away
But they still come.
A crooked cross, a white sheet, an empty heart,
If those fascists come in one more wave,
They’ll tear the world apart,
In the eye of the storm.
All we ever wanted was a place in the sun,
A place where we’d be free
To live our lives and love.
Now it’s just you and me
And the clouds up above.
I guess we’re lucky we survived
The fire and the flood,
In the eye of the storm.
John “JD” Dunfee, Morgantown
Two Bullfrogs
Two bullfrogs sitting in a rowboat
Contemplating their demise.
While a crocodile lurks in the moat
With bulging, searching eyes.
Lilly pads floating,
All in bloom;
To linger there means certain doom.
Amphibians and reptiles,
Not a good mix.
Knowing for sure
Who gets the last licks.
Said one bullfrog to the other,
”Can’t take anymore.
Takin’ my chances,
Headin’ for the shore.”
One bullfrog sitting in a rowboat,
Contemplating his demise.
While a crocodile lies in the sun,
With bulging, satisfied eyes.
Larry Ebersole, Nashville
