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“A Sunset”

When your days gone bad
and you’re feelin’ blue or mad
a sunset’s there to make a frown glad

Worked your fingers to the bone
or just feelin’ all alone
a sunset can change your down and out tone

Put the horse before the cart
and it seems to fall apart
a sunset’s there for a welcomed new start

Yes, a sunset can do this
and much much more
when trouble comes knockin’
at the front door
just look up to the sky
not down on the floor

Be still and observe
the colored warmth will serve
it’ll enter heart and soul
to calm your every nerve
when the feeling comes
that life’s thrown another curve

The slate will clear
as you round another bend
it’s always right there
to care for, love and mend
yes, a sunset’s your friend
until the very end

-C. H. Eldridge

“Sunset from Vroman’s Nose”


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”

“A Naturalist’s Prayer”

Nature is my solace, I shall always want.
She makes me lay down in lush green meadows.
She leads me beside bubbling brooks.
She takes me on paths of splendor and wonder.
She restores my soul.
Ye, as I walk through the valley in the shadow of a tree,
I will hear no human.
My walking stick and my pack…they comfort me.
She’s prepared a view before me, in the presence of my eyes,
and anoints my head with a cool rejuvenating rain,
til my soul cup runs over.
Surely goodness, character and peace will follow me
all the days of my life, and I will dwell in her open spaces
till we part.

-C. H. Eldridge