Llewelyn Ellsworth Dahlen

Greenfield, Wisconsin

Lew is native to St. Paul, Minnesota. A promising pro baseball career was cut short by service in World War II. A working career followed in the field of transportation. Lew and wife, Dorothy, are parents of three wonderful children off on their own. He has been retired since 1980 as a result of a serious medical encounter. He currently writes country music and poetry. The ability to do so came to him also in 1980 under mysterious circumstances. It has been a real Godsend to occupy his time in retirement. For this blessing, he is grateful and a believer.

Those Fields of Cannon
The guns are now silent but the fields tell the story
Of our American heritage - that long march to glory
The valleys are now peaceful where the brave gave their all
To give birth to a nation and a meaning to their call

Lord, it's sad to me the price they paid for liberty
They shared your creed but here they followed a different need
And those fields were crimson red with the dying and the dead
Then with flags at half mast, we turned a page upon our past

But now at Gettysburg our flag and our hopes will fly high
Was a sacrifice for all but now memories make you cry
Those cannons are now a tribute - one nation under God
We'll carry our banner together - seek peace and spare the rod

Rest in our God's peace, Johnny Reb, my lad
This nation respects you for the task you had
And our hearts go out to that yank in blue
'Tis a better nation now - may God keep in true

Those acres of monuments are an awesome sight to see
The stories etched in stone bring tears with the history
It's a valley of forget-me-nots where that granite stands tall
Symbols of our yesteryears - a whispering voice don't let it fall

Autumn Time

There's a time to enjoy
The flowers of spring
And all those pleasures
That summer will bring

But as the winds will change
And the summer will set
Nature paints a picture
That's hard to forget

Treasure the autumn
All those painted leaves
The crisp fall air
On those moon lit eves

It's a blessing at best
Not costing a dime
For all to enjoy
Yes --- it's autumn time..

A Tribute to Presidents Day

Some will be remembered
Others will fade with the past
But all gave their something
To make this country last

A nation blessed by our maker
And tempered by constant storm
They were all called to lead
To face challenges not the norm

May the sunset of today
Leave hope for the early morn
For they must shoulder the burdens
Of a world that's tattered and torn....