~ The Artistry Of Monte ~

I give special thanks to my brother Brett for many gifts of brotherhood he has so generously extended to me throughout our life as brothers... including an appreciation for the music of Dan Fogelberg ~ This is just one of many common interests which have bonded us together as brothers and has brought us 'all' this beautiful web site to honor Dan and provides us the opportunity to meet so many fascinating new friends.

Thank you Brett, especially for your love.

                                                        Love Always,
                                                                Your Brother,
                                                                                Mont

John Denver's
Cool And Green And Shady
 Performed By Monte Smith

Sitting Alone
 Re-Mixed June 13th 2003
 Written And Performed
By
Monte Smith

John Denver's
This Old Guitar
 Performed By Monte Smith

Treadmill Road
 Written By Monte Smith
Lead Vocals, Rhythm Guitar and Harmonica ~ Monte Smith
Background Vocals and Rhythm Guitar ~ Brett Martin Smith

 

 

~ Intimacy ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ Soulmates ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I KNOW I'M LOVED

I like it when the evening comes,
When day slows down and work is done.
I look and find you filled with fun,
And kiss your lovely brow.

And after dinner dishes through,
The counters wiped, the kitchen's new,
I walk the house in search of you,
And find you near.

Then when you're lost deep in your book,
And least aware, I steal a look.
I wonder why the years it took
To find you, Dear.

And as I study your sweet face,
Your soft green eyes, your lips of grace,
I marvel, as I'm still amazed,
How fine you are.

You catch me staring and you smile.
I cuddle close a little while,
And think about your loving style,
And my heart swells.

I hold your hand, and pet your hair,
Cuddle closer, glad you're there.
I wonder how you came to care,
And squeeze you tight.

With one last glance, your book is fanned,
And closing, mark it with a band.
You stand and gently take my hand,
And show I'm loved.



Copyright (c) Monte Smith January 20, 2000 2:00 am

 

 

 

 

~ Seasons Of Love ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ Letting Go ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To Love Her

There was never one so sweet, quite so loving or as kind.
But like tides upon the ocean, first they swell, and then decline.

First she's warm, and then she's cool. That, is just the way she is.
So to love her just accept her, and don't think it's what you did.

Like sun, and moon, and seasons, they come and then they go.
She cannot always be with you, though you love her, miss her so.

Her soul has other places. She must visit often there,
To fulfill the life she traces, and become herself with care.

Once it pained me not to trust her, to be there, to care for "me",
But it's all in how you love her, letting live, and setting free.

To depend on her for comfort, steady succor to "your" soul,
Is not the way to care for "her", and should never be your goal.

To depend on her would kill her soul, and bind her angel wings.
It would take away her zest for life, and sadden all her dreams.

To love "her", is to find "her" joy, in the swellings of "her" heart.
Like welcomed gifts of seasons, given freely from the start.

So while happy days of summer, fill sweet fruits to overflow,
Smell the flowers, and be thankful, for the chance you had to know.

Before endless dreary winter, when her warmth cannot be found,
Perhaps, to never come again, think you'll die in frozen ground.

Then as the miracle of spring, breathes new life into the earth,
Soon her loving eyes will brighten, giving love again new worth.

Maybe someday when she's wandered, gleaned, and stored her freedoms share,
She will find the simple pleasure, just by knowing you are there.


Copyright (c) Monte Smith
September 5, 2000 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ Close Friends ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friends Have The Power

Now!!! now!!! that's alright,
you know I'm a nice guy.
And in my book of friends,
you know you've caught my eye.

For friends to me have been the best,
and seem to last thru time.
Among them no last places,
for in last there is no rhyme.

Only first places in my book,
for as I travel thru,
Each friend to me is special,
for each one, my feeling's true.

If to love me is to own me,
then you must let me go.
Like you, I'm a free spirit,
something I have come to know.

I only can live day by day,
for who knows what's in store.
With friends like you I find my way,
and couldn't ask for more.

Friends to me are "everything",
and make my life complete.
They make it all worth living,
and my validation sweet.

Friends to me are precious gems,
deep inside my heart.
They hold all power of it,
make it happy, make it smart.

"You" have the power friend
never think you don't.
It's all in how you use it,
how you will, or how you won't

So to be counted my "dear friend",
to you may be a bore.
But for me it's no light thing,
my "dear friend", forever more.

Copyright (c) Monte Smith 10-14-99
Modified copyright (c) Monte Smith 01-27-01

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ Old Friends ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ Lindsay ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ Self Portrait ~

~ We Look Nothing Alike - Brett ~

 

 

 

Burning Bridges

'Tis sad indeed as once fond path
where loving steps were placed,
is now forgotten... weeds grow where
sweet memories once graced.

The new path I have found with you
now leads to greener space,
making my walk sweeter
as my smile is with you traced.

To stroll with you through life is true
as your arms 'round me lace.
My view of you now brings sweet peace
to see your loving face.

I say once more, "good-bye before"
and take my final place,
to walk beside my soulmate true,
burn bridges and erase.

Monte Smith
Copyright (c) January 17, 2000 1:30 am

 

Christmas

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