Morning comes
With the rise of the sun The day begins When the next one is done The pinks and the purples Pause time for a moment Even when you don’t want to You just have to condone it The world revolves With the bad and the good Someone will teach you What no one else could And in the end When all is done You’ll look for your ships And find not a one They’ve sailed to the East And they’ve sailed to the West And they have left you Where you will do best
I live in a million worlds
And have a million friends Every day I travel a million miles To where my journey sends. I’ve crossed a hundred oceans Fought in a dozen wars I’ve seen the future and the past And a million places more. I’ve been a knight in shinning armor And a beggar at your door. I’ve fought monsters in the night And found fairies under the floor. I’ve climbed the highest mountain And swam the deepest sea I’ve been both hero and villain I’ve been caged and I’ve been free. Each day another story Each day another plan For of the written word I am the biggest fan.
I went wandering in the woods
Where the tallest trees have grown When I came upon an old abandoned house With tall, ivy covered walls of stone. The windows had long since broken The shards of glass scattered on the floor and rust had crusted all the iron upon the beautiful, thick, wooden door. I walked through the garden With it's flowers long since overgrown And when I pulled upon the door It issued a load and anguished moan. My feet left trails amid the dust The walls were yellowed and bare And in the room not a single thing Except an old, broken, wooden, chair. I meandered from the main room And upon the kitchen stumbled Next to the old cast iron stove Part of the wall had crumbled. I made my way up the stairs That creaked and groaned with every step In the first room I found nothing But a small nest where a bird once slept. Upon the landing I paused With only one room left to see And I thought about the other rooms And wondered if empty it would be My hand grasped the copper knob It turned and opened with ease And I stood shocked in the doorway For what I saw made me freeze. A little bed sat in the corner The fabric all rotted away And on the floor, covered by dust Lay dolls ready for play. And upon a tiny table Sat a cute porcelain tea set Cups and plates, set for four One of which was a stuffed toy pet. I left the room without entering Not wishing to disturb the scene For though the sight was very sad It was also peaceful and serene. I walked away through the woods Leaving the abandoned house behind Trying to think of other things To drive it from my mind. But I couldn't help but wonder Who left the house so bare Emptied every room but one As though the child still lived there. I walked straight, not looking back Until the house was blocked by trees And until those last few moments I felt someone watching me.
I thought there was something that I should remember. Something precious I should hold dear. I thought there was a person, who should never leave from here.
If there was such a thing, something I can’t recall, could it really be so bad, if from my memory I let it fall. Is it something dangerous, that I should fear deep down. Or is it something else entirely, that I should let blossom on the ground. Is it something that would die, if it left this place. Or is it something prison bound, that wants to get away. Should I leave this dreamlike state, and risk not knowing in the end, or should I stay here all my days, trying to remember then. I should not go, I should not stay. I should not hide, I should not pray. Oh what, Oh what, Oh what should I do. I do not remember, do you?
I wish that I could hear again
The shouts and squeals of childhood friends at play, at the party, at fun I wonder why I do not know What it is like To run the show For the fun to flow around I wonder if my child in me will one day have what it is that she always thought it meant to be free like that of a little child As the balloons fly with the laughter echos all through the sky Oh wonder oh wonder My child you run you play and you laugh to watch you have fun Takes me right back I love the sound of the pound of your feet as you run all around, Oh what a treat. I love you my children Stay this way a while run and play and laugh and then dance and love and grow
Candle whose light burns bright
Amid the darkest veils of night Cast upon me your warming glow So that your beauty might yet show. Candle's flame which seems so fine Issuing sweet scents of pine A calming presence to those who care And who find happiness when you're there. Candle standing tall and strong I know eventually you will be gone As I watch your wax run down your side your determination is a thing of pride. Candle, dawn has arrived beyond those mountains A faint light is slowly creeping past the curtains You're free to wink out and your flame to die But this will not be our last goodbye
Tired, fatigued and hungry
A family in need The Migrant Mother thinking The children need to eat Traveling down a hard road Looking for some light The Migrant Mother searching For something good and right The search for work is endless Everyone is ill The Migrant Mother works To hold onto some good will Driving down the road again The tire gets a flat The Migrant Mother fearing There is no money for that Baby John is Hungry Sally Sue is cold The Migrant Mother trying To teach them to be bold Pa tells of better times Grandma tells of old The Migrant Mother tells a tale Of a place with streets of gold. |
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