Now I’ve writ for many a year
Both out of love or foolish fear
I’ve learned to cut my words in half
To add a chuckle or a laugh,
And scale down every fancy word
So that my thoughts are plainly heard
I beg You Lord not to forget
That these old bones have some use yet !
Sometimes I wish I had a horse
Not one who races on the course
But wooden, painted, made by hand
By skilled craftsmen whose work is grand.
Carousel horses can be smart
Carved and sculpted right from the heart
With pony tail that flicks and flies
Plus eyelashes o’er bright glass eyes.
Oh what a thrill that it would be
To ride that swift painted pony,
I dream that one day I may find
That special horse my mind combined !
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 wish that you and I could be
Together in eternity
Forever is a long, long time
And can be quite a lonesome climb.
But you and I may truly be
Good partners through infinity
I cannot name another one
Who’d bring such joy and lots of fun.
And so old friend we’ll find much luck
If I’m your daffy, you’re my duck !
There are those days I wish that I
Could clip-on wings and learn to fly
Think how much fun that task would be
To soar across both land and sea.
I’d spread my wings like eagles bold
And head on south in winter’s cold
There would not be a need to pack
I’d wear a knapsack on my back.
That sure might be a funny sight
One old grandma on her first flight !
Oh little lamb you are so sweet
With wooly coat and nimble feet
You make me smile, oh cuddly beast
Among God’s creatures, not the least.
I’d heard that Mary was a fan
Together you two played and ran
Though I have never had the time
I can remember childhood’s rhyme.
Maybe one day both you and I
Will meet our Lord in passing by,
He has been called the Lamb of God
Perhaps we’ll bide in His backyard !
I am so glad my life began
Close to the ocean’s magic span
All seasides bring great joy to me
I’ve spent my life next to the sea.
For I have been in Jersey born
And loved its waters night and morn
I’ve spent my childhood playing by
The edge of lakes or brooks nearby.
The sound of water seems to me
Like some majestic symphony
There’s never in my life a day
The water’s not a walk away.
To me the choice is matter small
If leafy pond or waterfall
Some stream meandering about
Or bubbling spring with water spout.
Now I’m a Pisces, water sign
Two little fishes unaligned
While one swims up, the other down
Whatever happens we don’t drown !
Who knows where we’re going or where we’ve been
“Not I”, said the top who began to spin
While the jacks and the ball started to play
The electric clock tried to run away.
As the toys in the playroom danced about
Tin soldiers awoke and started to shout
Oh such fun it was to play let’s pretend
So sorry childhood must come to an end !
Where are you going little mouse
Rapid sneaking around each house
In the halls you skirt and scurry
Rushing always in a hurry.
You seem to move so very fast
The world you know is not that vast,
Appears that God has met your need
And granted you some extra speed.
I wonder what you’re looking for
As you do scoot from door to door
Oh little mouse with tiny feet
Sad that your life ends in defeat !
Along life’s way I hope and pray
That God is there both night and day
And that He hears our silent prayer
To stay close by no matter where.
I’m sure that He has much to do
And millions with a wish list too
I do not want to jump the line
The chances are that I’ll be fine.
But it would be quite nice to think
That when one trembles on the brink
The Lord is there to break the fall
Because He loves us warts and all !
If I were a goldfish in a large round glass bowl
I’d circle water all day long ’til I was old
I’m sure it would be lonely, morning, night and noon
Who is there to rescue me from my own lagoon ?
Since it possesses no front door, none I can see
It might take a giant flood to help set me free
Best that I can wish for is on one special day
Someone brings a goldfish to visit here and stay !
I wish I had a magic cape
That I could use for my escape
From this old world that’s full of tears
And struggles greatly with its fears !
I’d rise above the clouds so high
And sail the currents in the sky
Perhaps I’d fly to Neverland
Now wouldn’t that be fine and grand ?
What shall be there, what will I see,
God’s Promised Land, eternity !
Today I’d rather stay in bed
And pull the covers o’er my head
I won’t adventure from my room
Except to make food to consume.
I can’t recall when last I heard
That global warming was absurd
Right now I don’t mind where I go
As long as it is void of snow !
There is one fact that I observe
In friendships that we would preserve
If you speak somewhat softer now
T’would seem a better job somehow.
There’s no such thing as always right
There is but proper and polite
Try please to keep an open mind
For greater knowledge you may find,
There are some limits to recall
As none should be a know-it-all !
The rain it falls upon the ground
With rivers rising all around
Tree branches laden bend and moan
The body aches and muscles groan.
Torrential rain makes hearing hard
As flooded steeets and muddy yard
Make navigation extra rough
And keeping dry a task quite tough.
What would we be without the rain
Perhaps some desert near Bahrain
Or great Gobi in China’s west
Let’s all agree to keep the best !
Jack Frost’s arrived I’m sad to say
I truly wish he’d lost his way
We know that he has friends galore
Who shop a lot at Land’s End store,
Oh how I’d love right now to see
A season that might warmer be !
The walls about familiar be
They are a comfort here to me
The air I breathe is full of scents
And gathers round as my defense.
I find the years have winnowed down
The items I now keep around
Perhaps with time we all abuse
The many things we fail to use.
Some dear old friends remain intact
A cherished book that’s eared exact
A box of photos on the shelf
Mementos of my younger self.
Whoever thought I’d live so long
I would declare that they were wrong
Four score and five is time enough
To gather tons of extra stuff !
I hear a rustling in the tree
And wonder now who can that be
See there a flash of mottled coat
A vision of especial note.
Oh precious bird, what do you do
Is there a way I can help you
I wish I had some cracker crumb
I’d be so pleased to feed you some.
But you and I are at loose ends
There seems no way we can be friends
For what you have is your sharp beak
While all I have is tongue in cheek !
Oh Lancelot, dear Lancelot, where is it you have gone
What lost and lonely metaphor may we depend upon
Oh Lancelot, kind Lancelot, please help to make me smile
I would love to be a maiden for just a little while
And when my life is over and my fate has been resolved
I’d rise above the madness with no mystery unsolved !
Oh Santa Claus, Santa Claus, where are you tonite
Are you getting ready for early morning flight,
Please be very careful, the elves are working hard
Are you sure that everyone has their own green card ?
Oh Santa Claus, please do try to remember me
And leave some extra kisses on my Christmas tree !
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 !
My thoughts do turn to silly things
Like hugs and kisses and brass rings
Like elephants and tiger eyes
A world chock full of wild surprise
A heart that’s packed with joy and peace
And music that will never cease.
Ballet shoes made of satin white
That keep on dancing through the night,
The love of God and angels sweet
Who choose to walk with unclad feet
Chocolates and marshmallows too
To help our sweetest dreams come true !
There was a stranger that I’d met
I’ve often found hard to forget
A chubby chap with ruddy cheek
Whose laughing eyes through glasses peeked.
His outfit of bright red and white
Somehow escaped true fashion’s height
His wide black belt was extra length
His speech displayed great vocal strength.
I knew we’d met some place before
Perhaps in Macy’s New York store
Now that was long ago I’d bet
Some images you can’t forget !
Oh Santa Claus where have you been
What kind of trouble are you in,
Is there some problem with your sleigh
Can you make it through Christmas Day ?
Are all the reindeer out on strike
Perhaps you’ll have to rent a bike,
I know that “warming” is the trend
Do you believe snow storms will end ?
It kinda makes me feel so bad
I’m losing all those dreams I had
I love the snow, please make it stay
Save “warming” for some other day !
The dampness slips beneath my sheet
From hips on down to icy feet
The chill pervades the very air
I can no longer linger there
Tis time to rise begin the day
And try to wish the cold away.
I look beyond my window glass
To watch the cold of morning pass
It’s not that I don’t favor snow
The warmth just seems to please me so !
The air is brisk, the day commences
And energizes all my senses
Another chance with true hope in store
To reach the goal that I’m striving for.
I sure could use the Lord’s help and care,
If He doesn’t mind, to get me there !
Have you noticed that the leaves are flown
They’ve been whisked away to parts unknown
I wonder where they now congregate
It once was beside each garden gate.
There was a game the small children played,
Heap up the biggest pile of leaves made
And then just jump and roll around
In that leafy mess upon the ground.
I never thought that game was much fun
With all that cleanup you would have done
But now I’m confused, where are the leaves
Are we victims of bucolic thieves ?
Now Lot was a good kind ambitious man
The nephew of our father Abraham
He chose life in the valley of Jordan
Among the hills within the rivers run.
While there midst all those noxious Sodomites
Lot made his choice to live his days and nights
God sent His angels with a message and
Bade him escape the evil of that land.
Lot’s wife, poor thing, would oh so foolish be
Turning, for the last she would ever see,
The lesson is the Lord does speak to all
Please listen close to hear His final call !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 