The Dust Collector

High amidst the sinking sands
The dust collector sinks his hands
Into the strange, bewildered lands
Where not a single timber stands

The sun is dull; a raven flashes
Eyes as dim as buzzard ashes
Long and lovely are her lashes
Sweet and dim her shadow crashes

poem by Tyler Mason
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Journey On

Our bones, though brittle, draw us forth
To journey on another day
And Mary's milk may keep us strong
And God will never turn away
By jagged stones which scar our feet
..But beauty in each milky mark
The many miles are but a leap
And light shines brighter when it's long been dark
No steps can descend that cannot scale up
And rivers never know the way
The pull of Heaven draws them forth
To journey on another day

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Where's The Silver?

Colors, colors everywhere
Colors all around

Reds and purples and blues are there
But silver can't be found

I look around, and now I've found some yellows and some greens
I look until my eyes are sore, but silver can't be seen

I look unto the vibrant clouds, but there's no silver lining
Where is all the silver that the miners should be mining?

There are no silver bells a'ringing
The silver songbirds are not singing
The orange sun hangs in the air, but I can't find silver anywhere

I look for hours, look for days, look for silver anyplace
But there always seems to be another color in it's place

I've given up this useless search

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