A tender thought, a gentle kiss
Remembrance of the moment’s bliss
A kindly word, instant treasure
Memories of constant pleasure
These are results of many dreams
That culminate in joyous scenes.
Our world writhes in much angst and pain
It begs such effort to contain
We need more care to educate
And simple souls to formulate
A pattern of life’s give and take
As we weave through its make or break !
We are the home of heroes, every color, every size
But who are those now making this effort to minimize ?
It’s been our own courageous patriots who’ve built this land
A place where citizens can work together hand in hand
This homeland where the people have the freedom and the choice
To fly the flag, sing the song, say the pledge or raise their voice !
We are the home of heroes, every color, every size
But who are those now making this effort to minimize ?
It’s been our own courageous patriots who’ve built this land
A place where citizens can work together hand in hand
This homeland where the people have the freedom and the choice
To fly the flag, sing the song, say the pledge or raise their voice !
I love the spring I love the fall
I love God’s word above else all,
The mountains that do rise so high
With many that reach for the sky
The valleys that engender rain
The hills that stretch across the plain,
The oceans and the seas so deep
These are provisions we need keep
A sultry storm, the desert heat
Fields that produce the food we eat,
The forests that protect the home
Where creatures live and breed and roam
This is the world we can’t replace
God gifts to us our lives to grace,
Tis strange how oft we lose our way
Yet manage still to greet the day !
LOST THIS YEARS AGO, NEVER PUBLISHED BEFORE.
Of all the things I miss the most
Those lengthy walks along the coast
Where one tred beaches on the shore
And climbed small dunes there by the score.
Wandering amongst seagrass plumes
While ocean roar veils salty spumes
To laugh and play upon each wave
And treasure all the joy it gave.
But that was oh, so long ago
Before the accident you know
Since then the ocean is taboo
Like hilly roads and hiking too.
I find myself confined a bit
There are those places I can’t fit
I still savour life to the core
Just not the same as life before !
Do you recall what it was like
When you were but a tiny tyke
And kids would play out in the rain
Barefooted, zooming like a plane ?
Or hopscotch on a city street
With concrete squares beneath your feet,
What’s happened to those days of joy
When children could be girl or boy ?
A game of tag or hide and seek
Just count to ten and do not peek,
Oh how much fun there used to be
When children were kept safe and free !
Have you seen all the shades of blue
That seem to range the ocean through
From azure light to dark blue green
With all the shades that lie between ?
From almost clear close to the shore
Or paler as you dip your oar
Reflecting rays of strong sunlight
Or midnight dark under starlight ?
Such a happy phenomenon
I sure would like to dwell upon
What all of this can mean to me,
I think God loves diversity !
Of all the deeds that I have done
Like all the prizes I have won
They wither on life’s weather vine
And lose themselves in acts divine.
I’m most impressed by pelting rain
That crashes on my window pane
And storms that rage throughout the night
Or mornings drenched with precious sight.
A rose that grows without a thorn
Is natures wonder to be born
Such joys that man cannot command
To rule this life and breath at hand.
Seems fate has willed the final toss
On freedoms chains and wisdoms loss
There’s but one answer I can state
That man is small while God is great !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 