THE LAUDERHILL JAZZ SERIES

THE SUN, THE WIND, THE LAKE, A BIRD AND YOU

©2009 Joan Cartwright

The end of the year brings forceful wind

That glides across the lake

And rustles the branches of the trees

While a bird sits and suns upon a stone

Then, you join me in my reverie

Of wonderment and appreciation

Oh, world of my life, tomb of my grave

And core of my existence,

Thank you for the delight of living

Thank you for the light of being

Thank you for the desire of loving

Of knowing this experience

To live, to walk on Earth and see

The sun, the wind, the lake, a bird and YOU!


Subject To The World
by Joan Cartwright

Cigarette butts and empty packs
Strew across the lakefront lawn
I stay in side, avoid the masses
People without consciousness on

As time goes by, I live my life
Away from maddening crowds
Of herds of cows who don't know now
Is the time they have to live

I'm a recluse that runs from folks
From humans without mind
Robotic and drugged, they breed
Like bugs, mosquitoes every kind

I am the scepter of life's loving power
I am the master, each moment, each hour
I am the spheres, every song that they sing
I am the heart of creation, it's swing

Centered and focused, I weave my web
I spin my tight cocoon
I sit and wait to release my wings
And fly away real soon

I am the spheres, every song that they sing
I am the heart of creation, it's swing
I am the scepter of life's loving power
I am the master, each moment, each hour