By: Colleen Sinsky
Danny, one of our housed folks is an amazing poet and musician and spent years running cattle on ranches in the mountains of Colorado. He is one of the most intense and gifted harmonica players I’ve ever seen. One of these days I’ll get a video up here on this blog of Danny jamming, but in the meantime here’s a lyrical poem he wrote that he let me share up here.
Toes In The Mud
By Daniel Eley
Sittin’ in a window
Feeling at ease
Mouth held open
Slappin’ my knees
Head tossed back
Hair in the breeze
eyes are closed
and all is free.
Off the sill
and into the air
feet slappin’ grass
Happiness there
Jumpin’ real high
Naked and bare
Spirit is soaring
Got no care
On down the path
branches above
skin is tinglin’
no one that shoves
Relatin’ with nature
toes in the mud
sun castin’ shadows
and fallin in love
Spinnin’ around
nothin’ is dead
birds in the trees
makin’ their beds
Hearts pumpin’ hard
and I’ve been led
to a place in life
with Peace in my head.
© 4-2001 Daniel Eley