A little girl needs Daddy

A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!
Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.

Like being the great mountain
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get home
When all else falls apart.

Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
She'll always find him there.

 

Happy Father's Day, to all the father's out there.

The Dusk of Horses

Right under their noses, the green

Of the field is paling away

Because of something fallen from the sky.

They see this, and put down

Their long heads deeper in grass

That only just escapes reflecting them

As the dream of a millpond would.

The color green flies over the grass

Like an insect, following the red sun over

The next hill. The grass is white.

There is no cloud so dark and white at once;

There is no pool at dawn that deepens

Their faces and thirsts as this does.

Now they are feeding on solid

Cloud, and, one by one,

With nails as silent as stars among the wood

Hewed down years ago and now rotten,

The stalls are put up around them.

By: James Dickey