BrooksLooks @ City on a Hill

City on a Hill
Brooks Bradbury

HE’S GOT A THOUSAND DOLLAR SUIT
A MILLION DOLLAR SMILE
HE’S GOT HUNDRED DOLLAR SHOES
TIME TO SIT AND THINK A WHILE

AND HE THINKS ABOUT THE HAVES
AND THOSE WHO DO WITHOUT
AND HOW HE’D GOT SO LUCKY
AND WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT

HE KNOWS SOME QUESTIONS
HAVE NO ANSWERS
HE KNOWS THEY NEVER WILL
LIKE HOW HE CAME TO LIVE
IN A SHINING CITY ON THE HILL

EVERYTHING ONE NEEDS AND MORE
CITIES RICH BEYOND BELIEF
THERE’S MONEY TREES IN FORESTS
DOLLAR BILLS ON EVERY LEAF

THEY’VE GOT IT AND NOT A CLUE
OF POVERTY’S TRUE COST
NOW THE BILL IS COMING DUE
RAVAGED SOULS ARE LOST

OUR SHINING CITY ON THE HILL
ITS DISTANT VIEWS OBSCURE
THE SQUALOR FAR BELOW THEM
DESPERATE LIVES THE POOR ENDURE

THE CLOCK IS TICKING FOR THE HUNGRY
AND THOSE WHO DO WITHOUT
A TIME BOMB TICKING, TICKING
TO A RECKONING NO DOUBT

POLITICS WITHOUT COMPASSION
FAILURE TO SHARE OUR LOT
LEAVING BUT A MEASLEY RATION
IN ANGUISH THE POOR CRY OUT

© Copyright 2014 Brooks Bradbury ǀ BROOKS LOOKS

BrooksLooks @ The Crooked Road

20180204_175356THE CROOKED ROAD

if you’re a soul on the road less trod

people think you’re kind of odd

dancer to the different beat

of distant drums with footloose feet

in faraway places where trails are less traveled

modern trappings have all unraveled

unknown beauty in pristine places

of country folk and simple graces

stallions and canyons and pure fresh air

common sense is common there

days arrive in bright sunrises

and Mother Nature still surprises

we came to where there’s so much less

found plenty more and nonetheless

way out yonder in the wild west

are many ways to feel truly blessed

i wouldn’t change this crooked road

the sights we’ve seen nor the souls we’ve known

though moving around this much in life

is much too often if you ask my wife

we think about all the places we’ve been

a tapestry of time–and now and then

we imagine home–a humble space

to be enjoyed in a beautiful place

with much to ponder and recollect

perhaps there’s time we can reflect

that the best is really yet to be

though all the rest was fine with me

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BrooksLooks @ Appalachia Rising

APPALACHIA RISING
Brooks Bradbury
6.11.2011

BORN IN A HOLLER
RAISED IN A SHACK,
LEARNED TO GET BY ON
WHAT THE LAND GAVE BACK
NEVER KNEW THE WORLD
OF THE GREAT BEYOND
APPALACHIAN MAN FOREVER FOND
OF THE SWEET BLUE RIDGE LAND
HE GREW UP ON

HE KNOWS THE RIDGE
LIKE THE BACK OF HIS HAND
PAIN, DROUGHT AND HUNGER
MADE A BOY INTO A MAN
HE’LL NEVER BREAK FREE
OF HIS BLUE RIDGE BOND
HOME IS HERE IN THE LAND HE’S ON

LIVING ON A MEAGER RATION
PUT DOWN, DISPARAGED–
PROUDLY APPALACHIAN
IT’S A SIMPLE LIFE IN TIME
WHERE I FEEL THE BEAT
OF NATURE’S RHYTHM
AND THE TIES THAT BIND

BORN IN A HOLLER
RAISED IN A SHACK
LEARNED TO GET BY
ON WHAT THE LAND GAVE BACK
NEVER KNEW THE WORLD
OF THE GREAT BEYOND
APPALACHIAN MAN’S SACRED BOND
HE’D NEVER LEAVE THE LAND
HE GREW UP ON

HERE IS WHERE HE HUNTED
UP ON THE RIDGE,
LEARNED ABOUT FAMILY
LEARNED ABOUT LOVE
LEARNED TO MAKE THE MOST FROM A LITTLE, AND TO RISE ABOVE
APPALACHIAN MAN KNOWS WHAT HE’S MADE OF
THANKFUL FOR THE PRIVILEGE
WHEN GOD MADE HOME
HE MADE MY BLUE RIDGE

HE MADE OUR HOME LIKE HEAVEN
GAVE US BLUE GRASS AND WINE,
FOX GRAPES AND PINTOS,
SUGAR AND ‘SHINE
EVERYTHING NEEDED
UNDER THE SUN
WHEN GOD MADE MY BLUE RIDGE
HE KNEW HIS WORK WAS DONE

LIFE HERE’S A CHALLENGE
NO OUTSIDER KNOWS
THE PEACE OF THE MOUNTAINS,
AND THE WAY THE WIND BLOWS
REAL SILENCE EXISTS ALONG
OLD COUNTRY ROADS
BUT THE WAY IT’S ALWAYS BEEN AIN’T THE WAY THE STORY GOES
THE TREES BEGIN TO WHISPER,
WE’RE ALL REALIZING
THE TIME’S HAS ARRIVED APPALACHIA’S RISING
THE TIME’S HAS ARRIVED FOR APPALACHIA RISING

BORN IN A HOLLER
RAISED IN A SHACK,
LEARNED TO GET BY
ON WHAT THE LAND GAVE BACK
NEVER KNEW THE WORLD
OF THE GREAT BEYOND,
NEVER LEFT THE LAND
HE GREW UP ON
APPALACHIAN MAN FIGHTS
FOR THE LAND HE’S ON