Jerry CaldwellBlack Mountain, North Carolina, USA |
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Jerry started writing poetry and singing his own songs at the early age of 13 and has continued doing so even after a career of combat in two wars and high level military assignments at USAF Headquarters in the Pentagon and with the Space Program at Andrews Air Force Base near Washington, D.C. "For me," says Jerry, "Poetry touches the inner being where one can build a world as one would want it to be. "With lives in retirement with his wife in Black Mountain, N.C. "Life is good", says he. |
Behold The SeaBehold the sea, the mighty restless sea!Behold the strand of battered rock and sand! The endless fight between the sea and man! Behold the sea! Through wind and storm the foaming breakers roar What of the man who waits upon the shore? What of the man you hold forevermore? Behold the sea! Rolling along in the starlight Restless, plentiful and strong Rolling along in the moonlight Surf and spray shining in the sun Behold the sea, the mighty restless sea! Behold the strand of battered rock and sand! The endless fight between the sea and man! Behold the sea! | Simple ThingsDaybreak, and here am IStarbound against the sky Have you ever watched a blossom fall Or heard a Robin call and wondered why? For awhile, think on the simple things How a smile can cause a heart to sing Daybreak is just a prayer For the many things the day can bring A heart full of simple things Nightbird, ride the wind Find your way to where the day begins Shadows waiting in the fading light Have whispered their goodnight and slipped away Hear me now, think on the simple things How a song can cause the world to sing Kneel now with me in prayer For many things the day can bring A heart full of simple things A heart full of simple things... | TravellerThis stranger on the highwayIs he pushed aside and scorned? Is his presence recognized, Or is his absence mourned? Is this dusty person Quickly driven from our door? Is his hunger gratified? His faith restored once more? Is he questioned of the way His stumbling feet have trod? Or is he spoken to as friend... Who knows? He may be God? |