Jerry Caldwell

Black Mountain, North Carolina, USA

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 Sea

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!
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 Things

Daybreak, and here am I
Starbound 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...

Traveller

This stranger on the highway
Is 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?

All poems Copyright © 1997 Jerry Caldwell. All rights reserved.