By David Skiles
Sawyer farmer and poet
Special to the Tribune

When things don’t work out

I heard these words the other day…

Of how things happen…along the way…

Sometimes things they work just right…

And the sun it seems…to be shining bright…

Sometimes my ducks… are in a row…

How this could happen…I just don’t know…

I’m puzzled… almost in a mist…

When all is finished…on my list…

Now other times… I feel like a toad…

Run over…and flattened on the road…

I’ll scrape myself up… and I’ll say…

Thank God tomorrows … another day…

But things don’t always work out right…

It seems to be the human plight…

Some will ramble…grunt… or cuss…

Cause that’s the way … with most of us…

While others see… sunny side up…

Like getting a loving lick… from a pup…

But we all somehow…seem to click…

It’s how we fall…and our landing stick…

When things don’t work…where do we turn…

How’s our candle lit… how does it burn…

What keeps our inner … fire going…

When others see the light …a glowing…

When in the dumps …and I’ve been knocked flat…

Should I just buy…another hat…

Or can I turn over…another leaf…

And ignore that I’ve ever…had this grief…

We best not lose… this lesson here…

But rather let’s … cast away that fear…

And listen to…the voice of God…

He’ll lead us on … as this path we trod.

.dbs. 3-24-2025

The Saga Continues

Why did the chicken cross the road… we’re sometimes ask…

What was it’s purpose… what was the task…

To the old school yard…where old memories stick…

The chicken came over…to see men pick up the brick…

Yes the saga continues… from the old school wall…

Like the wolf… the wind puffed … and down, it did fall…

Now it lies scattered… and close to the street..

Crumbled and humbled…it lies in defeat…

So the neighbors gathered… today by the score…

There was work to be done… and tackle this chore…

Children came … and scooped up some plaster…

Skid steers, and dump trucks… made work go faster…

There’s water and coffee… to wash down the dust…

And treats for the workers…this was a must…

Sweet rolls and sloppy Joe’s… were certainly yummy…

Fuel for neighbors… to fill up the tummy…

Now the bricks are gone… the yard… it is bare…

And a gaping big hole…no wall standing there…

With the passage of time…and rust and decay….

Slowly the treasures of this world…pass away…

Memories are lost… where ‘ere the wind blew…

But in a coming day…God will make…all things new…

We learn lessons here… from the school of hard knocks…

So lift your eyes… and build your life…on Jesus …Gods solid Rock.

.dbs. 3-22-2025