The Power Plant

Nature Trail

The day was hot and heavy
Honeysuckle in the air
The bees and flies were buzzing
I could feel them everywhere

And, sweating on the dusty path
That led out of the woods
I skirted by the country club
And golf course neighborhoods

And down the shell-path road I went
To a barbed-wire fence;
Behind that was the power plant
Which was, of course, immense

It sat before me, humming
Smoke and lights in bright array
Just as the shift was changing
Toward the closing of that day

I sat and watched the sun go down
The people down below;
Then headed to the dorm room that
I’d left four hours ago

Why walk eight miles in summer heat?
Why sit there by the hour?
Well, I was young and full of thought
And, I guess, drawn
To power

Power Plant

A Prayer For Purpose

Bedford Falls

I don’t live in Bedford Falls
And so I cannot see
How everything would be if there
Had never been a “me”

At times I’ve felt most keenly
I would like my life to end;
At other times, I felt nothing
Except, without a friend

In this, I find, I’m not alone
It is a common case
That we feel isolated in
Our time, and in our space

And wonder what our purpose is
And why we feel so sad
And why each brand new promise seems
To turn out very bad

And yet, I still feel underneath
Down deeply at my core
That there must be a something
That we each are striving for

So help me, please, to view
Beyond the daily, constant strife
That I might find my “why”, and see
It is
A wonderful
Life