Central California Poetry Journal

Volume 99 Number 1

The Poetry of Central California Page 9113

The Poetry George William Weber

George Wm. Weber lives in Valinda, California, which is approximately twenty miles east of Los Angeles. He was born in Chicago on Sept. 26, 1927. He began writing poetry in 1993. Mr. Weber attempts to keep his poetry simple while imparting meaning to each and every poem. Mr. Weber's poetry shows a strong appreciation for nature and wilderness. He believes that feelings, faith, love, and a sense of granduer are carried within each person. His poems attempt to convey those feelings to the reader.

Redwood Chapel

These GIANTS surround you .. all is so dense
Fallen redwoods create a natural fence
As you go around these fallen majesties
Causing wonderment, seeing these huge trees
Its man they tower above, lying on their side,
Plus three thousand years of growth, there pride
Around the base climbing upon the fallen trunk
In shamrock like clover, Footsteps quietly sunk
Broad leaf and exotic ferns grow all around
Luscious growth huge ferns, evergreens abound
Straining your neck, looking up, so very high
Blue with a sprinkle of white as clouds drift by
Banana slugs crawl without making a sound
Slugs which must be eight to ten inches, abound
Reverence of nature, the quiet of the air, so still
Mastering your emotions, controlling your will
God is present surrounding all you are
Beauty and love in your minds heart
Here God listens to each and every word
Natures great meeting place of the Lord

MOUNTAIN EVENING

Setting sun, silhouettes the trees.
Lake becomes a mirror ,lacking a breeze.
Campfires start to glow bright.
Wood smoke twists turns nostrils delight.
These fiery jewels are spread around.
Pots and pans you hear there sound.
Gradually all these sounds quietly leave.
Soft hushes and whispers you perceive.
Drifting across the campground from afar.
Someone is playing an old guitar.
A rare unexpected musical treat.
We listen to this so lovely and sweet.
Listening humming singing softly.
We are afraid to sing loftily.
In a poor way we join the singer from afar.
Beautiful voice with an old guitar.
Night has enveloped us with black.
Children washed ready to hit the sack.
Head back gaze into the heavens.
Stars bright glow in the mountains.
In such a beauteous place.
Thank god for his bountiful grace.
A peaceful hush overtakes the night.
So off to bed until first light.

TINNEMAHA

Highway three ninety five to fish springs road
As you pass to the right with nary a glance
Monumental pillars announce .. an entrance
Dawn breaking over cinder cone, .. Red Mountain!
A bridge over a stream gurgling like a fountain
Bouncing road, .. alert driver, .. aware of cavities
As we watch we are surely aware of these
Sage brush crowding the road on either side
Little flowers amongst the sage try to hide
Distant trees break the sage with a show of green
Approaching an oasis which has beauty unseen
Mountain backdrop snow creeps down from the crest
Humming Birds flutter from flower to flower
Expansive veranda where you can sit by the hour
Bouncing bubbling ever tumbling enchanting brook
The sound calls you over come, .. come take a look
Nature invites you come, .. come take a rest
Earthly needs catered to now you feel blessed
Thoughts of life, love, family, all you love
Take time now to thank the Lord above

OUR BEGINNING

Working at the other end of the room
To a maid so young, I became attuned
White blouse frilly, about her neck
Swaying blue pleated skirt, I detect
Her movements entices ones ardor
At work pausing I look; no farther
Every curl frames her lovely face
In my mind a vision; not to be erased
Smiling face laughing eyes, I recall
Skin so smooth from a distance I saw
A glance as she catches; my stare
Of me she was quite unaware
Shades of red my skin emits
While of me she thinks not a whit
I Turn flee, please don’t look at me
Mature ladies watch laughingly
To these ladies it’s easy to say
That girl I’d like to meet some day
Gentle ladies offer there advice
Talk to her she is really nice
Don’t be so shy
Your a nice guy
Courage I have none I’m not able
I’m smitten with one so desirable
She is so pretty, as I look from afar
Forever she remains my loving star

LADY THE SAME

As I watch her I contemplate
She must be, one hundred and eight
She’s gotten skinny now her bones protrude
Reflected heat of the sun, a wall exudes
Desirous for the warmth of the sun
She’s found lying there each morn
While she’s absorbing the suns rays
When you approach, she rises to play
A loving smile radiates from her face
Her rear rises with less than grace
Her nose nuzzles into your hand
Something of this dog is quite grand
When she was young, she’d disappear
Come evening she’d announce, I’m here
A bounding ability,-- extraordinary
The face of a dog can you say it smiles
Continuously, she smiled all the while
But now she has reached that time
That time; well beyond her prime
Aches and pains of a dog I dare not say
She comes and smiles at me each day
Wondering is she happy or content
No longer do I worry where she went
Her nuzzle comes to my palm each day
No longer raucous in her play
Now I bend over to say
That’s a good old lady

WESTERNS

Sunday afternoon brother in tow
Church over, now to a picture show
Church never seemed to end
Now which movie to attend
Westerns which is the best
Our heroes stood up to the test
When we were younger
The Heroes hat was larger
The hat was always white
Hero stood out in the bar alright
Six Guns were often blazing
There wasn’t any of this kissing
Bad guys were soundly defeated
Six shooters repeated and repeated
No problem; bullets aplenty
Never ran out of any
Pugilistics the bar was the place
Never touched, was the hero’s face
Bottles broke , chairs crashed
The bad guy always thrashed
I’ll not forget I’ll get you yet
Vows repeated I’ll not forget
For westerns we clamored
With western we were enamored
White was good, Black was bad
May be a good lesson we had

RAIN

Walking up the trail.
Listening to the winds soft wail.
Green glistening trees and shrubs abound.
We listen to the quiet ,yet hear each sound.
Large drops gathering on the needles.
Condense and fall on unwary peoples.
Moist soft earth accepts padding feet.
The mist is falling air is cool and sweet.
This is a quiet and reverent glade.
This place God has made
A cold stream comes tumbling down.
Peace in the area does abound.
On the hill birds are chirping.
God makes you aware of everything
Sounds and feelings make you sing.
Moisture running down your face.
The area and day let you feel Gods grace.
Could this be but the smallest glance.
At what Adam and Eve were to enhance.
Bounties arranged for us to behold.
Treasures more precious than gold.
Is it age that lets you see
Fabulous gifts given so free.