Kevin Kavanagh

Springville, New York, USA

Kevin Kavanagh. Born: March 1, 1958. Parents: Joseph and Ann Kavanagh. Child: Kelly Ann Kavanagh. Education: West Seneca East Sr. High. Occupation: Certified Welder Fitter Heat Transfer Technology Division. American Precision Industries Memberships: Wyoming County Sky Divers. International Society of Poets. Hobbies: Amateur Astronomer, Wildlife Photography, Drums, Harmonica, Woodworking, Stoneworking, Fishing. Parish Immaculate Conception East Aurora New York Honors: 100 Parachute Jumps completed June 4, 1988. 1st Place Accuracy Parachute Competition 1982. 1996 Editors Choice award, Nomination International Poetry Hall of Fame 1997 Other Writings: Wooden Structures, Distant Travellers, Monuments of Time, Visitors of Time all published with the National Library of Poetry. Personal statement: I'm thankful to be an instrument in the orchestra of Gods great symphony of life Painting with words on the canvas of the human imagination.Hope is my message that fuels todays efforts for living a better tomorrow. Thank You Lord Jesus.

Visitors Of Time

Milestones by the road side.
Rough edges worn smooth by the river of time.
Faded distant memories of my mind.
Fresh cut grass in fields of green.
Smell days of years gone by.
Outspread rows of corn stalks are yearning to reach the sky.
Windswept Poplar trees sing their song of autumns breeze that won't be long
August crickets fill the air.
A red tail hawk circles his field to stare.
How I watch as the years go by like the cars of a freight train in minds eye.
Earth is our passage as we know.
A brief stop in time before we go.
Time is a gift that's given to us.
As we enjoy all the seasons,
To be thankful we must.

Wooden Structures

Wooden structures that emerge from the face of the earth.
Temples of love to give identity to the ground on which they stand.
From east to west a glow with stellular radiance and energy.
On this rock we rely for our daily spin through the sky.
Ivory mountains up above skyscapes of distant places we cannot walk.
Ever changing these vapor ranges.
Beyond the earths golden carpet of October.

Monuments Of Time

As today erases yesterday
And tomorrow erases today
Events unfolding seems natural at the time
To nothing extraordinary
Given separation of time and space
In reflection of life that will never
Be lived again.
Moments to be treasured these jewels of the past.
Eroded by time connective events that led
Us to these moments.
Are monuments that stand alone
Like mesas in the desert.

Distant Travellers

Comets from the great beyond
Brushing past our earth
Lonely distant travellers
From whom God knows their birth
Skipping stones across the pond
Reflections of our lives
Evershifting sands of time
Conceal our years from sight
Morning mist upon the hills
Portray a veil of white
Slowly moving rising sun
Restores our souls with light.