Have you seen my mourning dove?
Have you heard her cry?
I haven't had a glimpse of her,
For darkness in the sky.
She’s hard to miss while she’s at flight,
So far away from ground,
I’ve searched the skyline far and wide,
She’s nowhere to be found.
She’s maybe taken different roost,
She’s maybe down for night,
Still on this eve a branch is bare
Where mourning dove would light.

Concerned for her the wind is calm,
And keeps itself at bay.
The thunder and the lightening know,
It’s not the time to play.
I pray my search for mourning dove
Won't prove to be in vain.
I need her like the air I breathe,
Like time of drought needs rain.

I fear I may have broke her heart,
In process broken soul.
I fear the years of my neglect,
Finally took their toll.
I keep in faith a ray of hope
May shine upon her wings,
‘Cause heaven opens up the gates,
When mourning dove, she sings.
In times together and apart,
I knew she had to roam.
I pray someday my mourning dove,
Might find her way back home.

©Kevin H. Tramel – 1998

I could tell you about the red man,
And how we took him off his land,

BUT YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW.

I could tell you about the woodlands,
And how we cut the trees all down,

BUT YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW.

Fairy tales are flawless,
But they’ve cut our heroes down,
And what used to be a forest,
Is only now a town.

I could tell you about the ocean,
And how it used to be so blue,
But it would bother you.
I could tell you about the mountain,
Where they found a rock called gold,
But it has all been sold.

The silver was a sparkle,
And the forest was so green,
And the wildlife would gather
‘round the stream.
I could tell you about the world, son,
But there are things you shouldn’t know,
What at one time was a spirit,
Has now all been sold.

©Kevin H. Tramel