Sirens and Bird Calls

The sirens and bird calls

Merge in the distance

Becoming one to my ears

Both are alerts of an oncoming storm

I can see the shadow of what approaches

It’s outline partitioned by the bright sun

No storm ever comes as one

It comes in parts

What you choose to brace for

Wind

or

Water

or

Lightning

or

Mud

Depends on where you’re standing

Gene G. McLaughlin 2017

We Are Any Army

We are an army of some

We are an army of none

We are the troops of self doubt

We are those with and without

We are the agents of change

We are the with-standers of pain

We are the bringers of wealth

We are the seekers of health

We are the ninety and nine

Awaiting the moment and sign

We are an army of some

We are an army of none

Gene G. McLaughlin 2012