Do you hear the children hard at play
On this idyllic autumnal day
Happy voices raised, so full of glee
Charming the likes of both you and me !
Do you hear the children hard at play
On this idyllic autumnal day
Happy voices raised, so full of glee
Charming the likes of both you and me !
Though I am old, I can recall
Those golden days when I was small
When I was but a growing tyke
With stuff I liked or did not like.
I was not tall nor ego prone
Far long ere my ideas were sown
I liked to play quite by myself
With my stuffed friends upon the shelf.
Most lives were so much simpler then
We wrote with ink and nib and pen
There were few ways we got about
While horse and wagon still stand out.
We learned to treasure moments past
Dear God, those years were one big blast !
This world lies cloaked in veils of white
That floated down all through the night
The morning woke to wond’rous sight
All layered like ice cream delight.
The air so crisp, it filled each room
And chased away old winter’s gloom
Let’s pray the laughter will resume
As happy smiles begin to bloom !
There is a joy that loving brings
With laughter and a smile that sings
A twinkle that does cause the eyes
To shine and light the darkest skies.
Keep positive in all you do
Remember lessons taught to you
Thank God each day for every gift
Beg Him to all your spirits lift
Take care you are divorced from spite
Continue prayers both day and night !
Oh how I wish that I could sing
Another happy feel good song
Where all the choirbells will ring
And those nearby may join along !
Oh Santa Claus, dear Santa Claus, what is it that you seek
A fireplace, a warm embrace and a floor that does not creak
A rocking chair just waiting there to help you rest your feet
One glass of milk to help wash down those cookies that you’ll eat ?
Oh my dear child so full of glee
I wish that you would visit me
Perhaps we could have tea and cake
What kind of pastry shall I bake ?
It would be nice twixt me and thee
To share a special tea party
And if you’d like to bring a chum
I’m sure that we’ll have room and some !
I love to travel by the train
Note, I don’t mind if plush or plain
Railroad cars are the finest way
If truly seeking getaway.
There’s much to see along the track
On every side, both front and back
Oh such great joy a trip can be
Each ride filled with frivolity !
Sometimes there’s food, sometimes there’s not
But dining cars sure feed a lot
If on your trip you’re going far
There is an observation car.
It’s so much fun to go by train
I can’t wait to do it again !
I’d like to be a shiny fish in life’s great big sea
I’d splash and swim all around my seaside fantasy
I’d nibble at the feast with tuna or some cod
Who knows, because I might digest scraps that they discard
Oh how much fun it would be to travel in their stream
And realise even I may share a mermaid’s dream !
With ready smile and gladdened hand
We’ve wandered into friendship land
Let’s turn your frown into a grin
We need your heart to let us in !
The air is cool, the smell is sweet
The sound of children from the street
Now rises on the morning breeze
Like waves upon the stormy seas.
The silence reigns just now and then
As shreiking laughter once again
Cuts through the air this peaceful day
With joyous noise while children play !
Oh little birds where have you been
We’ve missed your chirps and cheeky spin
It seems as though it’s been too long
Since you’ve been here to sing your song.
The winter’s gone, so glad of that
Can’t wait to hear C sharp or flat
Oh little birds please fail us not
Without your sounds what have we got ?
There was a knocking at my door
I thought I’d heard that sound before
One doesn’t knock at doors today
We’ve progressed to another way.
In times as these it’s safety first
Our peaceful days have been dispersed
I peered into the peep-hole there
And all I saw was empty air.
How strange I thought, what could it be
Who was it came to visit me ?
The intercom said not a word
The entry bell I hadn’t heard
The lift announces every floor
There is a chime beside each door.
At last I thought I’d take a chance,
I’ll open up to get a glance
And there before my very eyes
Was tiny Andrew, my surprise,
How pleased was I to say hello
Much sadder still to see him go !
The children play down in the street
I hear the sound of running feet
Their laughter rises in the air
Oh how I wish that I were there !
But I’m contented just to see
Their happy faces filled with glee
They chase each other round the park
It’s summer, they will play till dark !
Then when the games have tired all
And early stars signal nightfall
One recollects it’s time to say
Sleep tight, it’s been a precious day !
How brilliant has this morn begun
Displaying such bright yellow sun
While helping every living thing
To share a vibrant breath of spring !
On seeing, one emits a gasp
This vision sweet within our grasp
To touch the rainbow near at hand
That leads us to the promised land !
If I ask you do you love me
Will you tell me the whole truth,
Will you deal with me politely
Can you offer me some proof ?
In this world of indecision
It’s impossible to know
What will be the right conclusion
Should I stay or do I go ?
Now I’ve thought about this nightly
And considered all the doubt
I’ve decided to pack lightly
Bid goodbye and mosey out !
The saddest day I do recall
It came about late in the fall
I was a child that long ago
What caused it all I do not know.
The day was calm the air was sweet
With burning leaves along the street
The Yuletide was not far away
My thoughts ran wild for Christmas Day.
I had a friend ( she used to be )
She shared with me in secrecy
And told me Santa was a fake
I thought my heart would surely break.
Now that I’m old I comprehend
My world did not come to an end
But rather know when I am sad
I search for reasons to be glad.
We need to fill our lives with glee
Remembering that laughter’s free !
THIS A.M., I wakened early to visions of streets trod by nodding smiling people, assorted ages, sizes and in various shades of color, now that’s Hoboken ! Frankly even if you are a stranger, almost all seem to nod or greet in some mild fashion both with the familiar and occasional “homeless” . Here we are more than three and a half centuries after our initial encounter with resident Native American Indians. Can you imagine such camaraderie ? We have gone from Ho-Ho-Hoboken to a town where the cost of living space has tumbled to a low of $ 500. per finished square footage due to struggling economic times ! For those of us who have survived the Great Depression the dichotomy is astounding, not to mention, overwhelming ! Yet the homeless are with us still. I have become convinced that they may be the last extension of our society that remains impervious to the color GREEN ! HaHa ! But I digress, this is a place of many languages and dialects since it’s inception but grows even more divers daily and all in one friendly mile, which we happily share with the Cake Boss !! On that sweet note I wish to remind you that Hoboken WAS the home of Hostess Cake and Tootsie Roll when I was a little girl ! Sincerely, Claire B.