What is it that I see out there
All those rough cracks in earth so bare,
They seem to spread across the ground
New fresh roots waiting to be found.
There is this light green piercing through
Can it be that springtime is due,
What is it we are noticing
Why, first sign of an early spring !
The wind is chill, the fire’s gone cold
The nights are long, the world’s grown old
The forest’s dark, there is no sound
How do God’s creatures get around ?
The wolf, the owl, the chipmunk too
All feel the cold just like we do
How can we save our wildlife friends
Until this season finally ends ?
We have about five weeks or more
Before the spring walks through the door
Let’s pray we all will have good luck
And the warm weather gets unstuck !
So long ago and quite faraway
In the world that was then, not today
There lived a priest they called Valentine
He married couples most of the time.
But Claudius, great emperor he
Needed all young men for his army
Thus marriage was a forbidden joy
For many a Roman girl or boy.
Well Valentine refused to abate
And so he suffered that triple fate
Torture, stoning, beheading also
This was the way that he had to go
Oh sad for him twas too long ago
Who knew he’d become our great hero ?
The grizzled stinging icy rain
Assails my frosted window pane
The splaying of its frozen bits
In rhythmic sound each window hits.
The ledges are piled high with snow
One cannot force the sash to go
The world outside is grim and bleak
It mocks the look of Bakers Street.
Oh Sherlock please, don’t be upset
We have no mystery as yet
The weather seems to be a curse
Of course it could be so much worse
Let’s wait it out, comfy inside
Thank God that we have nought to hide !
I wonder, God, if it’s okay
To ask You for another stay ?
I sure could use a second chance
To search around for life’s romance
I do get, oh, so tired of
A world that seems devoid of love !
Seems I don’t know what will come next
I cannot read the hidden text
Some days I’m sure ’twill be my last
And others when the surge has passed.
I find it most confusing now
When shall I take my closing bow
It’s difficult to get a grip
There are no lessons, how to ship !
Well, God and me are on one page
Though surely not upon the stage
And when I make that final call
I’m ready for His curtain fall !
All those noxious gnats, flies, ticks and fleas
Harmful, quite unlike our bumblebees
They do not help the flowers to grow
Or wild fields about to bloom and show,
Their value is but to birds and frogs
Supplying snacks in vast marsh and bogs.
Now we’d be fine if they were inclined
To spread their germs among their own kind !
Who’s that knocking at my front door
What do you think he’s looking for
He is all dressed in red and white
Looks like he has been up all night,
Can you guess what has brought him here
It must be all that Christmas cheer
Well let him in we have no choice
It’s time to hear his merry voice !
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 dearest love what shall I do
To make sure that I am there for you
I’d like to think that you would rely
On my best efforts to get you by
In spite of my fallibility
I promise you, you can count on me !
I wish that you and I could be
Best friends through all eternity
But if that seems too long a time
I’ll settle for just this lifetime !
What is it I’d like to receive
In my stocking on Christmas Eve ?
Hands full of love to last a year
Tears of joy and holiday cheer
Sprinkles of laughter, smiles galore
Keys to the latch of Heaven’s door !
The turkey is the oddest bird
It’s gobbling noise is too absurd
It struts and prances all around
But never truly leaves the ground
Except at night to roost in trees
To keep themselves safe from most thieves.
They feed on acorns, seeds and such
Small animals, a few not much
By nature, they are not so sweet
Although we’re keen to taste their meat
Their wings are tiny though they’re tall
The turkey breast is best of all !
Now that Santa has become quite “passe”
And is no longer hero of our day
What shall we do ’bout Thursday’s roast turkey
With all the trimmings we can wish to see ?
Another thought soon crosses o’er my mind
How will Charlie’s gang, that great pumpkin find ?
So many questions I have yet to ask
Seems my life has become an endless task !
From deep in my heart I avow now
This pain you feel will soften somehow
And wait in a corner on a shelf
Until you’re ready to face yourself
Be unafraid there’s nothing to fear
You’ll be secure, the vision is clear.
Always remember you’re not alone
You are hooked-up to God’s instant phone
Just call on His name and He’ll be there
To lighten the burden with your prayer !
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 !
Looks like it’s time to settle in
Time for a game of bridge or gin
Perhaps we could do Scrabble too
I’m pretty good at words, are you ?
Of course I’d rather be outside
But there’s no place that we can hide
The weather is not playing fair
And drizzle’s raining ev’rywhere !
It seems to me that nature rules
Things that we do, tools that we use
This happened aft the world became
Under the dominance of Cain !
I had some company today
They were scratch-scratching on my door
They really hadn’t come to play
Although I knew what they came for !
There is a shelf about so high
That from the doorway you can see
And on it those treats that you buy
Stuffed into jars filled with goodies.
“Well how are you” said I to them
Two pair of eyes grew very wide
“How nice to see you once again
And would you like to come inside ?”
They never seem to make a mess,
They leave no crumbs upon the floor
They are polite and cause no stress
And leave no paw prints on my door !
Days are I wakeup with such pain
Especially if it should rain
I’d rather stay tucked in my bed
Until all of the rain has fled
However that might take more time
I could move to another clime.
To tell the truth I’m not quite sure
If that solution is the cure
Perhaps since ageing is the case
I’m stuck here with the human race
I guess I’ll have to settle for
These last few years with battle sore !
I hear the noise of traffic from below
The buses, cars, trucks halt and stop and go
Local sirens screaming while flying past
Sounds of early rush that could shatter glass
Seems to me that if I could have my way
I’d make the morn a later time of day !
I’m trying hard to help explain
About the weather and the rain
It seems that moisture from the sea
Is gathered up to shower me.
Most of the fluffy clouds that float
Above my head, land, sea or moat
Are full of water to the brim
That sometimes splashes o’er the rim.
So when those clouds grow ever dark
And cannot find a thirsty park
They open up where e’er they’re at
And flush their cache lick-et-y-splat !
So many questions I’d like to ask
It truly is a cumbersome task
There’s too many things I need to know
Like trees and plants and flowers that grow
Or fruits and berries, all types of beans,
About life and death and what it means
There’s one more question I’ll put to you
Can you tell me why the sky is blue ?
Oh Humpty-Dumpty what have we here
A world of treachery full of fear
Where are the king’s horses and his men
You know we could use their help again !
To all of us it’s become quite clear
We’ve unsafe streets, the future looks drear
We need your advice if you don’t mind
There’s a solution we must now find
Make sure we promise to not crack eggs
And pray we stand on our own two legs !
I feel a breeze, it chills the air
I hear a sound, is someone there ?
I see a light, it’s coming soon
Somewhere between the dawn and noon
I sense a feeling of despair
I ask again, does no one care ?
We’re left alone to make our way
Does anyone know how to pray ?
We’d better learn ere it’s too late
For who can know each past due date ?
I wish, I wish that I could be
The fruit upon an olive tree
So good to eat and full of health
Both for the heart and greater wealth.
This tree can live a thousand years
Producing fruit and soothing fears
The Greeks and Romans knew its worth
Their fables told about its birth.
Seems God gave man the olive tree
In truly ancient history
Add this to all its virtues found
The olive’s wealth must all astound !
I’d like to be a shining star
Whose light did twinkle from afar
Oh what great fun that it would be
If little children wished on me !
I’d like to be a chapel bell
That every day the hour must tell
From faraway you’d hear the chime
That’s how you knew what was the time !
But better still I wish that I
Had angel wings so I might fly
To greet you all at Peter’s gate
Just to make sure you aren’t late !
Each morn I wake to great surprise
It’s not yet time for my demise
Another day, another chance
To take a shot at life’s last dance.
Oh how much fun t’would be to see
What each new day may bring to me
Of course now it is far too late
To entertain some change in fate.
I ponder what is yet in store
And pray that it is so much more
Than just the weeks and months ahead
But joy and hope and love instead !
I can’t imagine what we’d find
In the crevices of the mind
With all those nooks and crannies there
So much info for us to share.
Tip-top full of variety
Oh what a sight t’would be to see
I’d pray tis not injurious
Not sure if I’m that curious !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 