The Roses of Griffith Buck

Dedicated to Ruby Buck

I have gazed upon the 'April Moon'

and wished upon a 'Prairie Star'.

The softest, warmest colors,

when even viewed from afar.

I have listened to the 'Bright Melody'

and delighted in the 'Brook Song'.

My memories of these wonders,

to my soul they now belong.

I have savored the old rose fragrance

of the smoldering 'Prairie Flower'.

With purest heart and petals of red.

Indeed, it must possess - magic power.

I have tasted the 'Honeysweet' 

nectar of the bumble bee.

If you ask them with an honest heart,

they will graciously give it free.

I have felt the caress of the 'Summer Wind'

as it sweeps across the mountain glen.

A most comforting pleasure,

to be welcomed every now and then.

Lastly, the sixth sense,

the one ignored by many a man.

 Yet, I have sensed the 'Earth Song'

and held it in my hand.

                               - Dan Turner 6/24/01

                            Elko, Nevada