To a Brother in Paris

Like Sun in the woods, or a cold Summer rain,
Would trouble make goods, and loss create gain.
Then bound to a Lady, and allied to Bro,
With the grace of God found, wherever you go.

Be wrought and be taught, as you progress through life,
And fraught be your thought, with gladness not strife.

 

Desert Storm, Prairie Lines

Stream and river, reservoir
Gleaming color, desert floor
Sky of rain and buxom cloud
Fiery vein and thunder proud

Storm benign of lake rebirth
Farm and wine and break of mirth
Alarm of kine and slake of Earth
Form divine mid aching dearth.

 

Neal Dachstadter was born in Georgia not too far from his family’s Hereford and Angus farm.  He lived in Albany,  Texas and Reno, Nevada before deploying as a Chaplain to Hawijah with the Oregon, Idaho and Montana National Guard in 2005.   Neal is currently the “House Dad, Philosopher & Caretaker” of the Louisiana State Chapter of DKE in Baton Rouge.

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    • NealD

      Thank you Shari, and thanks for saying so. Sylvia my Mother and Al my Father read Longfellow and Kipling to me when I was very young.

      Neal Dachstadter

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