David Hallowell
Bio
Stands with a Roar ( as in thunder) As his native American name suggests; he speaks with thunder, in essence he has a message for all to hear. The messages is set forth in poetic style, like flashes on enlightenment for all to hear.
Stories (18/0)
Moon light
Good evening Mr moonshine, you lighten my up my night. Moon beams show me where to walk.. I walk down my pathway, where I meet you half way, moon beams flowing through your hair. The lake is calm tonight, reflects the moonlight bright. Moonlight in your eyes tonight you take my hand in your hand , you hold me close to you, We softly waltz a step or two.
By David Hallowell4 years ago in Poets
Lost Love
In the shadows of my soul I await for the spring... For the flowers to return to the meadows and for rain to refresh me... yes even me! My thirst is great and I am parched like the cracks in the desert floor. So come to me my love, yes come to me on the wings of a dove, yes come to me with the love of youth. For why should I suffer any longer in this lonely place? Until that day I will wait in my desolate abode and keep watch for you to come to me, over the new horizon. Yet though I keep watch I watch for the impossible, for once you were mine in misty memories of days of long ago. But alas you are no more...
By David Hallowell5 years ago in Poets
Good Morning World!
I woke this morning to the sounds of the ocean surf. While the seagulls congregated outside my back door, making their familiar calls. My eyes were taken aback by broken pieces of sunlight sparkling on the cold choppy waters. As I stepped out my door, I could see old married couples strolling along the shoreline as the now exhausted waves wash over their aged feet, with a gentle call, to breathe in this moment and make it last forever. For soon the day trippers will be here and the world will move on...
By David Hallowell5 years ago in Poets
Good Night
The tide rolls in, the tide rolls out. The sun circles the earth one more time. With the dolphins dancing in the surf I give thanks for another day spent in the loving care of our heavenly father. As the last flicker of light passes over the horizon, as the deep blue waves say their last good night the sun beams flashing upon the very tips of the now forgotten sea. I bend my knees to the one who created all such wonders. Time to rest now under velvet pin pricked skies letting insipid points of light shine through. Once again father we thank you in all humility for we are nothing but the hollow wind passing above the black seas of life.
By David Hallowell5 years ago in Poets
Bed Time!
Unicorns and dragons dance in my head, I think it is time to go to bed. How sleepy I feel this warm summer's night, I will close my eyes and start my flight. Fanciful things in my dreams on my bed. Moon beams and star dust, rainbows and such, I will see you tomorrow with a new day's light, remember I love you all through the night. Good night my friends, sweet dreams to you all, and may you awake to the new morning's call!
By David Hallowell5 years ago in Poets
If the Moon Should Loose Its Glow
As the new day dawns... the birds sing their bird songs... Sun beams coming through silver leaves... the grass wet with dew... thoughts of you coming through... the difficulties I face day by day... the world crashing all around... still thoughts of you come shining through... confusion and self doubt fill my days... sadness surrounding me...the sky is gloomy... If the stars should all go out, and moons light should no longer glow... still your love comes through, reaching the darkness corners of my soul... my love for you shall never wane... even in my darkest hour... I shall wait for you.
By David Hallowell5 years ago in Poets
Little Beaver
Little Beaver Crossing the windswept prairie on my painted pony, in the early morning as the blazing ball of fire slow rises above the horizon, I feel it's warmth penetrate my weary bones as winged creatures of every sort buzz around my head. My featured friend so high in the sky, the eagle with its telescope eye watches over me. My dog humbolt lags behind chasing whatever he can find, though slower now he can still hold his own.
By David Hallowell5 years ago in Poets
