“Drawn”

Ocean waves caress the beach, sending salty sticky mist towards my soul, and I am drawn. The gull swoops down, to retrieve the leftovers of a not so lucky crab, but loses the prize to another. I see the receding tide being absorbed by the darkened sand, as shells, rocks and driftwood trade places in a never-ending back and forth, as the Sun dries and soothes my outer shell, I am drawn.
I lie on the Earth looking to the sky, listening to the ancient song of the sea. Its waters, the same as the tears that flow from my eyes, a connection that can never be broken. A gust of wind sends tiny rocks into my face, abruptly taking me away from my sweet solace.
Knowing in my departure, everything will remain as it is now. The senses are somewhat fulfilled, as I collect the tangible. Walking the warm sand barefoot, taking periodical glances back, the heart and soul longs… because I am drawn.

-C. H. Eldridge

“First Light Flight”

“Ghosts of Lake George”

Such a beautiful place
for blood to be shed,
war after war
and countless are dead.

Do restless souls
still wander this land,
cut short in life
by taking a stand.

Many folks today
take for granted their freedom,
never give thought
about how much we did need’em.

The greed of countries
gave birth to these fights,
having total disregard
for the indigenous one’s rights.

Through war and disease
their numbers went down,
their way of life
turned from smile to frown.

The ghosts of Lake George
and the sacrifices they made,
give the respect they deserve
so their memory won’t fade.

-C. H. Eldridge

“Sunset on Lake George” Shelving Rock Area Adirondack Park, Northern New York

“The Memories Remain”

Remember your walks
your talks the years
the wonderful sounds
that filled your ears

Sights that led you
to connect with the Earth
ever since the day
your mother gave birth

We are one with Nature
no less no more
embrace the connection
running deep to the core

Offerings of power
and the healing she brings
there’s just no denying it
when the soul sings

So when we get old
and have to walk with a cane
reminisce on your life
fore the memories remain

-C. H. Eldridge