Shared Strength

  M arch, M arch went the guards of Ft Worden   Through the foggy fields of grass   Left, Left  the commander shouts towards the sea   As the bugle echoes off the row   Perfection is paramount and practice its key   March, M arch went the guards of Ft Worden   Work be done it's a family affair   as the bite of Christmas fills the night air     But tomorrow will bring the most discouraging news   As the harbor of pearl meets uncertain doom   The bugle sounds different as they kneel in the pew   For sacrifice speaks of remembrance     March, March went the guards of Ft Worden   March, March into a land unknown   As the ship is hurled and tossed on God's great sea   those left home long for the past   of left, left as they march across the foggy field   Today will bring no bugle only fear   for those left behind by the guards of Ft Worden     March, March went the Guards of Ft Worden   March, March into land of sorrow   Nor practice nor speech can prepare for things to come  

The sky echoes the fading day Warning of the dark An instinctual warning sign What is soon to come    Like chickens we retreat again Hurried in our pace As darkness delivers worry Until the dawn breaks Lost is the arrogant edge That daylight doth bring What was once known, now a stranger In darkness new eye   A prayer for deliverance nigh To protect once more Through power greater than thine In darkness unknown   Soon the sun breaks the grip of night With rays effulgent A life looks different in color  Heart felt gratitude   Noon day brings a flood of light Nothing left untouched In it's radiant warmth and succor Dark a memory   The sky echoes the fading day Warning of the dark An instinctual warning sign What is soon to come   Nicholas Campos 2023

Her hair shines in the incandescent light. A big, bright bow illuminating childhood.   The precious innocence of a life yet lived.  Free of the calloused marks of self doubt.   From wounds prior, levied upon ones self.  She colors the clean page, each stroke unique.  Dancing across the sheet in a perfect chaos.  Her lips loosely clenched with eyes open wide.  As she brings life to what she knows inside.   Freckles, eyelashes, twinkling eyes of youth.  Nose crinkled, pink gloves, a posture like mom.  It is clear that which she works to become.  Moments, moments, so precious, so pure.  I want to always remember them perfectly.  Like her blank paper, this is how it must be.   A single perfect stroke of color, lost in the art.  Try to capture as I may, lost it is meant to be.  Lost perfectly in the great artist's masterpiece.  Lost in pale contrast to beauties next stroke.  I caught the moment too often missed.  The simple stroke too soon forgotten.  Like a great sentence is lost in a

My Treasure Penultimate I have truly received a precious gift sincere. It be not rare or shiny and is always around. My treasure penultimate Fail and fail again, no strength left. It stands me upright breathing air of hope. My treasure penultimate It whispers try, try, try as a child tries. The past it knows well yet it believes anyway. My treasure penultimate When success is found, it stands aside in grace. I cheer, I did it, I did it,  look what I have done.   As the moment fades, and the cheers subside. I remember time again, what really got me here. My treasure penultimate A grudge not held, a gift not restricted. A desire just to give, example of true grace. My treasure penultimate Teach me, teach me,  to be more like you. To accept the failure, and love like you.  My treasure penultimate   The gift is a journey, pain and joy our guide. The reward is knowing, where peace resides   Nick Campos 2023