to Roger, from Opa

I sing songs to you from

far away as

you lie in bassinet so sweet

and I sing

of skies so blue and

branches true

snow that falls and

raven calls

prairie views and

rainbow hues

story turns and

how one learns

of cleansing rain and

poem’s refrain

a good day’s work we

must not shirk

of guitar strings and

things Santa brings

of confusing thoughts and

grandpa’s knots

a world of places and

endless faces

of fields of grain and

a horse’s mane

the wings of a dove and

God’s great love

these songs I sing from far away

barely above a whisper

so that you are sure to hear