Soldier Blue

Skies of azure blue and bold Portend a future still untold Hope the venture still to seek And praying that my soul He'll keep Walking sure this uncut trail Never feeling quite so frail Yet with a strong intrepid heart Pledge my soul this path to chart J.W.Boswell Copyright 2015

I walk the fence each day and see The long haired playful pooch And as I say hello to her I always blow a smooch She runs the fence and hops upon Her hind legs as we play Until I reached across the fence One cold December day Her teeth so hard and long and sharp Sank deep into my hand The playfulness she'd shown me once I must misunderstand What happened to my playful girl So lovely to befriend The one I reached to pet that day And seemed to bad offend I'll never know the reason why I'll keep upon my way Why pet the dog that bites my hand A second time I say J.W. Boswell Copyright 2015

When first we met I lost my heart To her while in that bar A drink and dance what happiness I thought I'd found my star Then circumstance took us apart And life got in our way I always hoped to find again That girl that wouldn't stay Then once again I found her there And once again found love Two hearts as one under the sun And blessed by God above But bitter tears prevailed one night The She Wolf came within And left us both with broken hearts With her tale of shame and sin Now the last of this is not yet wrought The tale of love unsure For we do love each other still Despite the saboteur Her name will be upon my lips Even with my dying breath And I shall love her all my days Until we part in death J. W. Boswell Copyright  2015

She stalks the night in search of him Unwary heart without the sin Of betrayal in his thoughts And with such stealthiness she prowls Without so much as e'er a growl Regret an afterthought She spies her prey and pins him in Then sinks her bloody teeth within His crippled heart begot Her fangs are sharp and deep they grate Leaving him to sanguinate With eyes the devil wrought J.W. Boswell Copyright 2015

Torrid nights replace the days Lovers hearts amidst the haze Broken in so many ways What hope for Soldier Blue Dancing with the Reaper Grim Stainless steel and lead within Wine to mask the bloody sin Now finally Soldier True One more glass before the crime Will reason enter just in time And in the daylight who will find Must think this through so well Alas my mind I can't make up I think I'll just refill my cup Afore this monster dost erupt And takes me straight to Hell J.W. Boswell Copyright 2015

Each morning I wake in my cocoon I reach and stretch to touch you Just for the assurance that you're still here And put aside my deepest fears It's storming I brush my fingers o'er your skin Breathing deep to take you in Your honeysuckle fills the air Intoxicating nectar Good morning J. W. Boswell Copyright 2015

November days the trees aflame Bright orange they do glow Dads prepare to give their thanks Fall nights begin to grow I see them through their windows Holding hands in prayer And as I turn to walk away I whisper I don't care My turkey breast is on the stove Hot still from being fried I'll carve it with my dullest knife Hardly giving it a try I'll say my prayer and thank my Lord For all that I so miss Another hand to hold in mine A simple hello kiss But something tugs upon my heart I know that I'm still blessed And loved I am by He who reigns My God in Whom I Rest J.W. Boswell Copyright 2015

Sunlight fades to blackened sky As full moon rises high The Devil walks the streets alone Wolves bay a howling cry When winter night turns frigid And red hot glows the flue The wraith hides in the darkness In fear of Soldier Blue The Velcro straps secure his vest His badge is shined and bright Weapon charged and holstered down He's readied for the fight He softly opens up the door Where children sleep in bliss Cheek to cheek whispers his prayer And seals it with a kiss In the blackness of the winter night Good men are hard to find Comes one who lights the bloody path And toes the Thin Blue Line Fear not the one who guards your door He guards it just for you But if its evil you intend You'll soon meet Soldier Blue Copyright 2015 J.W. Boswell

Golden locks and teddy bears Just four years old she was Her smile could warm most any heart She loved Easter and Santa Claus Mom would leave her each new morn To go to work all day And with mom's strapping brand new beau Madyson would stay Her coloring book and crayons He quickly took away Go to your room and stay there She often heard him say I have no time for you today Don't let me hear you cry And Madyson would lay there In her bed with weepy eyes Sometimes she tried to hide from him In her respite 'neath the bed And prayed that he'd not find her For his wrath she surely dread One day the beau drew her a bath And a fearful Mady came But another day would come no more Little Mady Van Cleave was slain And now she hugs her Teddy bears And colors all day long Singing with Christ  Jesus As the Angels sing along In my dreams I see her pretty face Another day won't  pass To call her name and know she's safe A better place at l

When I write I'm right Yet when it's read I'm wrong Why am I so judged for My feelings put in Psalm When anger cries within And I go to write a song I write of hurt I'm feeling now Memorialized in Psalm Isn't that how every poet Finds his own Shalom Replacing feelings festered With the beauty of a Psalm What better way to face the day When it's love that I so long Than to take the time to let it go And give it rest in Psalm I understand I may be judged For words taken wrong For some have thus reflected Their own deeds in my Psalm So if they might have meaning For you that is so strong Reflect on this and make amends A new verse for the Psalm But these are all my own Hopes and hurts and wrongs I choose to hurt no one But just pray to Him my Psalms J.W. Boswell Copyright 2015

I came upon a feathered lump Perched upon a shallowed stump And as I looked to see the cause Of moaning shrieks and teardrop falls The creature cut his eyes to me As if in utter disbelief That I might boldly venture near And come with such a lack of fear He spread enormous wings and growled Challenging my seeming foul I took a knee and bowed my head And asked forgiveness for whence I tread Rise he said and come ye here I take it that you saw my tears No man should bow before God's few For I am just his creature too I did, I said, why do you cry Why do these tears flow from your eye He raised his head of flowing white And piebald crown that shined so bright Splendored wings came folding in And so he hung his head again Listen son, you listen well There is no fancy tale to tell I love this land that God hath made But man has made me sore afraid That all this love shall be undone By turning from the Holy Son And blessings lifting wings on high

     The rifle cracked loudly from the hotel room doorway. I simultaneously heard the glass shatter across the courtyard, followed by a woman screaming in shear terror. As rear guard I was last in the stack and didn't want to stick my pumpkin out of line for a better look. Besides, I was guarding the team's six, forward was the last place I should be looking, but it was killing me. Was it ours? It had to be. The suspect only had a pistol we were told. Nothing's as loud or has that signature sound like our Remington .308 sniper rifles. Mickey and Rock had been paired up in that upper courtyard room since this whole thing began, overlooking the target room, and we were stacked and ready in a nearby breezeway moving to our final staging point, about 3 rooms away from the crisis point. But everything had just gone to hell in a hand basket…Par for the course. I felt a tug on the handle of my armor, which is on my upper rear shoulder. We're moving. "Assault, Assault, A

             Time stops when you are near Your voice can take away my fear Your touch can wipe away my tear Or let it fall away   So when the tears come more than one Too fast for just one wiping thumb And hurting heart prays to be numbed Is love so fast to stay   Now even when a love is true Some days I find my heart is blue And all I want for you to do Is hold me close and pray   That God will hold your heart to mine And Satan's work in us He'll bind And blessings in our lives we'll find As Angels light our way J.W. Boswell Copyright 2015

When budding leaves push out the branch And falling blossoms scurry past In whirlwind as March winds blow fast Blossoms never ever last Replaced by leaves on tree adorned And Such is love so newly formed As blossoms fly amidst the thorn Love once new is life reborn

What love must be as what I've heard Is two souls that God has merged Blinded to each other's faults As if locked behind a vault Best of friends through worst of times N'er forsaking hearts that pine A morning touch and soft hello I could surely be that beau So as I kneel each night to pray I lift my palms to God and say Oh how Holy you must be Please tell me who you made for me