A private Silence: Roger Lee Bucklew: 5/25/48 - 11/7/24

Roger Lee Bucklew Memorial Video
5/25/1948 - 11/7/2024
A Private Silence
Poem Written by Roger Bucklew
I cross the open blue sky.
Feathers stretched wide.
Enjoying, a private silence.
I can see for miles.
Rolling majestic meadows.
Patches of trees, swaying with the Movement of a gentle summer breeze.
Towns, with crowds of people,
Shuffling about, like herds of cattle.
This upper world is such a delight.
The sunbeams say, it's time to play.
A painted sky, floating clouds, reflecting,
Casting shadows.
I have no closing roads, beyond my control.
I soar for hours, in a graceful manner.
Absorbing the warmth,
Of a brilliant sun.
Roger Bucklew
Music and conversion to song by Scott Miller