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Collector Poetry by Douglas E. Taylor
All of these poems and are copyrighted by Douglas E. Taylor (from 2001 to present). 
Contact artist and poet for possible limited use of the poems.

Somewhere Where

Somewhere where the aspens grow
and the wild waters flow
Somewhere where the rivers and horses run
and the mountains rise with the sun
Somewhere where the sky dances around
and the wild flowers sing their lovely sound

That's where we'll find you and me,
Our home as far as we can see
Somewhere where the stars put on a show
Somewhere where there is room enough to know
  What is really important to us,
  About living and loving in the trust
  That we are doing our part
  Thinking and feeling with our heart

Somewhere where we hear the land singing
The chorus of our souls yodeling
Somewhere where we shout our hymn out loud
Somewhere where we are silent as clouds
Somewhere where we live our dream,
Flowing in harmony like trout in the stream
Somewhere where the aspens grow
  and the wild waters flow
Somewhere where the rivers and horses run
  and the mountains rise with the sun
That's where we'll find you and me,
Our home as far as we can see

The book, Spirit of Nature - Mixed-Media and Poetry by Douglas E. Taylor. The hard bound edition is available as a complimentary gift when original mixed-media artwork is purchased at any of the fine galleries representing his artwork. A soft bound edition of the full-color, 25 page collectors book (8 by 11 inches) for $35 plus shipping, if applicable.

Mostly Wind

Blue sky horses running
Made of mostly wind
Appaloosas moving like leaves tumbling
Quaking aspen spots on moving rumps
Constellations on the hide like a map of the stars
Muscles coiled and unfurled wave the air
A spirit riding on mostly wind

<sub>A Horse

A horse is a cowboy's heart
Part of the beating Earth
Birth of the running wind
When corralled like choral thunder
Under eagle's flight
Night rivers nimble through the dark
Part of the way flowing
Knowing not where it is going</sub>

_{A horse is a trail that twines
Lines the clouds with high praise
Raising eyes above
Love for things greater and natural
Actual and imagined songs
Long to be heard on winds ago
Know the words before they leave
Believe the meanings weave}

_{A horse is a symbol
Cymbals bolting like wild colt dreams
Seems to be what we want to be
Free and the plead to be power's steed
Need is only the space to be open in
Opinion to exclaim the core of you
Do the things that make you buck and race
Face the metaphor you are with grace}

Running River

Horses running like a river
A river thundering herd
Standing on the shore hearing a million birds
Flock to see the resonance heard
Seeing tails splash and power flow
Gravity taking a ride on a wild mustang with his mares in-tow
Horses running down the stream
Splashing the current with applause
Stampeding into the canyon's dream
The present rushing through the continuance
Between the earth's grand scheme
Time running through the crush in spastic prance
Bucking and kicking in freedoms wet dance
It is the promise when hoof met land
And when clouds wreck into mountains lofty stands
A colt drinks from a stream of growing autonomy
And nurtures the spirit to run free
Maturing like a river seeking the ocean's prairie

The Big Hole

There’s a Big Hole in Montana
And I’ve fallen into it
Fallen in love with how I fit

In the grandness of the landscape
The vastness of the sky
Higher than the mountains rise

There is Wisdom in the valley and I seek what has always been
The life all around as far as I can see
It’s wild and it’s free

Stars paint the sky
The valley as wide as wide can be
Everything is bigger than me
There, there is more to see than meets the eye

As I’ve grown older I’ve found my place
Not my father’s son but my own man
Creating my life under the big sky and being a part of the land
As I can, I’ll make my stand

I am blessed with a second chance
Everyday grateful for a little more time
Every time I look into my loved one’s eyes

I am a little part of this great big beautiful country
Far beyond the Great Divide and the distant glow
I am close to the horizon and the further I know

Making the Sky

May my song be heard like a prayer,
Sung in the heart
  and through the air,
From me to you and all around
Flying through the sky
  or standing on the ground.
May the heart of my sentiment be known.
May my mind feel the edges of the sky
  and fly beyond.
May the instinct of my soul be as birds flown.

All of these poems and are copyrighted by Douglas E. Taylor (from 2001 to present). 
Limited use of the images and poems can possibly be obtained with arrangements with the artist.

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The reproduction rights remain those of the artist. Limited use rights may be obtained, contact the artist.

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