On the Wings of Twilight
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Buddy Hendricks
Buddy Hendricks was many things in his lifetime. He was a student, athlete, soldier, parent, teacher, lodge member, animal shelter director, poet and friend. But more importantly, Buddy was a lover of people, animals and nature. He enjoyed and celebrated the vibrations of life. In short, he recognized that while humanity is not perfect, it is nevertheless the state in which all of us find ourselves and he chose to write about it through the medium of poetry.
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On the Wings of Twilight - Buddy Hendricks
© 2018 Buddy Hendricks. All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
Published by AuthorHouse 09/20/2018
ISBN: 978-1-5462-5804-9 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5462-5803-2 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-5462-5802-5 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2018910282
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IN APPRECIATION
My long-time friend, Mr. J.D. Woods has reviewed everything I have written. He has encouraged me, advised me, and used my name in the same sentence with some great authors. I understand and appreciate the encouragement and the advice, but I am not sure about the latter.
Seriously, he is a gentleman and a scholar, but most importantly, a true friend. Without his wisdom and wit, I would not be as far along as I am.
Je vous remercie, J.D.
Thank you Debbie Stailey for the back cover photograph of me, you make it look so easy.
CONTENTS
The Glory Of The Dream
On The Wings Of Twilight
Standing In The Shadows
Shorter Days
Where Is The Beauty?
The Silence Of The Snow
Be Still In The Presance
Christmas Musings
Santa’s Christmas Fun
Sleigh Bells
When Santa Came Flying
Santa In The Heart
Tracks In The Snow
Counting Snow
Let The Wind
The Agreeable Days Of Spring
The Vast Circle
Special Moments
Dreams
Only For A While
Voices
A-No. 1
What Of The Hours
Where Only She Has Been
The River’s Edge
Added Days
All The Beauty
Rainy Day Picnic
The Wall
Asking Of Friends
That Man In The Moon
In The Cool Of The Night
Just Another Day
Freedom’s Chimes
Childhood Whispers
Summer Dreams
Lovely Scents
The Dream
The Paper Band
The Warming
The Way It Has Always Been
Secrets Of The Heart
Mr. Shadow
Always A Companion
Chasing Dreams
That Golden Moon
Sweet Serenade
The Beauty In The Mist
The Mockingbird Near?
Why The Roosters Chased
Those End-Of-Day Shadows
Summer Surprise
Lovely Belle
That Strawberry Moon
Ashes On The Wind
And Summer Was Gone
Which Ones First
Shadows
Where Is September Today?
The Sweetest Laughter
Treasure Found
Good To Go Home
That Haunting Sound
The Gift
Familiar Roads
Of Days Gone By
Comes The Morning Peace
All Things Go Away
Sweet Sound Of Long Ago
Which Yesterday?
The Joys Of The Heart
Time Before And After
Rush Upon The Moment
Following
Pickpockets And Thieves
Oh Autumn
But For That Mystic Sound
The Mystique Of Autumn
Moments
Haunting Melodies
So Many Words
If Only For A Time
Spending The Last Hours
That Sound
The Names Upon The Stones
Last Train Home
Through The Field
Pass Not The Beauty Of Autumn
No Peace On The Train
If You Listen
Late Autumn Tale
The Last Time On The Train
Questions
Ironweed…Fields Of Dreams
THE GLORY OF THE DREAM
55847.pngInfinite power dwells within the youth, even without their knowledge that it is there.
Power ignited by their effortless ability to dream something of nothing, out of the air.
To change themselves into knights saving their friends from dragons and evil kingdoms.
Offering them solace from the misfortunes of the day, marching high, singing anthems…
Oh, what can I be today? Do they even give thought, nay blink, and the power wields.
Or’ the fields of battle against legions of soldiers, flying those planes away from airfields.
Arriving home with medals galore to find that lass that was left waving from rail depot.
When asked at the table fare about the day, Oh, nothing much!
With eyes aglow…
Still, the power has not been touched, for no application to reality has come into play.
With time, that changes, and the real power is noted yet, perhaps never to its full array.
Practice, drill, set goals that pull us further than we thought possible, we can dominate.
The power consumes, the mates join in, the fans, the community, the wins accumulate…
The power is so awesome when it can be seen as a tool for everyday commitment and use.
Never doubting that it can carry the day as wind to the sails, no thought of offering excuse.
Yet comes the finest blessing when at age, I find that surreal light, bright flash or subtle gleam.
I can beckon the power that never dies, and from where’re I am, bask in the glory of the dream….
ON THE WINGS OF TWILIGHT
55816.pngIt fairly well started from a gentle nod of the head, whispering, And so…
A trickle of water for a river, that first breeze through tiny leaves, callow.
A sky then cerulean, no hint of clouds, the air clean of all that is foul.
It was well on that day, a smile on the lips, there was no hint of a scowl…
The animals stirred, the large and small, grazing on land spread before.
They wandered, wide-eyed and inquisitive, of the never-ending moor.
And there were birds of every color, flying to and fro, picture of grace.
Their songs were loud, yet easy, beautiful notes were in every place…
The oceans gently rolled under the sun, lovely whitecaps upon their swells.
The scene ever repeated, splendor of sailors, it will always cast its spells.
The swimmers of the seas, their trek from port to port, shallow to deep.
They stretch from the darkish depth in all their strength, even to the neap…
The sun, bright and warm as it moved across the heaven, to light the way.
It was comfort, it was strength, there were no reasons to fear, none to allay.
The trees offered shade to cool, a place to rest, perhaps a fruit to consume.
A peaceful respite surrounded by unrelenting loveliness coming to bloom…
The day was offered in love, in splendor, in beauty that remains untold.
A gift magnificent, without price, offered with hope that it would enfold.
The first of all things after love, spread upon the gentle earth for us to come.
Would become for each one, alike to a store, a longstanding emporium…
That day had begun, that invisible clock to quietly tick along, to keep time.
All things set in motion to begin the journey never-ending, first paradigm.
Yet, the day began to fade away, the glory given to all, good and right.
And it was carried gently away, to come again, on the wings of twilight….
STANDING IN THE SHADOWS
55847.pngStanding in the shadows, watching for the first light that comes,
just after the fliers begin stirring from their limbs, singing their anthems.
Just before, it was