Roger Sampson
-
A Good Place To Be
it’s so very right learning
lessons of life
in dealing with things
as they touch passing by -
The Apple
an apple sits on a table
it sits there in stillness
How it is viewed and perceived
is in the mind of the beholder -
Living...
not every love will last forever
some will be lost and disappear
but it will not change the fact
of what was given -
Dawning Of A Day...
the dawning of a day…
the dawning of a crystal sun
it’s climbing in the sky
has darkness scrambling on the run -
My Shenandoah Dream
In the air are traces of sweet
things; honeysuckle and apple blossoms,
bluegrass and jasmine -
To Be Much More
At evenings dawn the clouds come to play
And like them we can glow and soar
Shining brightly in a single suns ray
We too can become so much more -
she sits In the shade of a tree
she sits in the shade of a tree
arms around her leg, her chin on her knee
she’s thinking of life as it is
she ponders what if, and dreams what could be -
Living In Love
A prayer was offered, the answer was yes
it was clearly stated, you I will bless
I am so grateful this gift from above
she’s the reason –la la la I’m living in love -
Faded Blue Jeans
it’s about coffee first thing in the morning
it’s about the sunset’s red hue
It’s about the smell of a lavender candle
and it’s you -
Let's Sail Away
Let’s sail away
come with me
we’ll ride the bough
trusting the sea
in dreams we’ll stay
to chart the way
let come what may
Let’s sail away -
What Is Waiting There To Be
There is toward the East in Heaven,
a lake, where angels gather to tell tales
about those whom they watch and care for. -
Slowly and Softly
There is a scent of freshness left
on the air as she passes through it,
lingering, filling the empty spaces
of my senses when I breathe it in. -
Like Leaves We Touched
First a kiss, then a touch, first for both
So right it was, afterward just holding -
A Night of Blues...A Song Sung
the man wipes his mouth with a sweat
filled rag – his head moves with the pulse
of the bass – he grips the spit filled microphone
as low moans begin to rise from deep within
a pain wrenched gut
