SCOTT ALEXANDER MCKENZIE

O’er bouldered log yet undeterred ye fly,
A season's store of waters' head has sent,
Thy foaming rage ‘spite calm winds from July,
On mission which ye surely seem hell-bent,

To carve this gorge and widen this crevasse,
'Tween two of us, who once meandered past,
Those peaceful pines and beck’ning blue bear grass,
To find a love I'd thought became steadfast,

But you’ve since come and now it seems you’ll go,
Amid the mist of waterfall’s reglow,
While they ye've cut are stranded in ox bow,
I close my eyes and dream of green meadow, 

Where you and I can see from eye to eye,
And love each other without asking why.

- Scott Alexander McKenzie

Diff’rence and great distance lay ‘tween us,
For petty disappointments that we found,
Have ‘come malignant matters we discuss, 
O’er desert now devoid of common ground,

‘Tis desolation once was fertile land,
Where roses bloom’d ‘neath summer’s florid glow,
Now wither ‘mid these shifting arid sands,
T’are blown by winds of misery and woe,

But haven ‘plete with palm tree filigree,
Between us rises up to hea’en above,
‘Tis no mirage; ‘tis real as you and me,
Who frolicked once in heart spring’s well of love,

I’m seeking this oasis where we met,
Please meet me in the middle, Juliet.

- Scott Alexander McKenzie