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Details | Free verse | |

The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow




Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

Snowflakes

Circ’ling down in brilliant whiteness,
Sett’ling here upon the ground;
Blowing now about the bushes,
Making patterns straight and round.

Perfect beauty, perfect whiteness
Now assails my clouded sight;
Spread unbroken o’er the mountains,
Sparkling brightly in the light.

Microscopic detailed order;
No two flakes were e’re the same:
All designed in sep’rate order;
Who this wondrous tho’t can frame?

Who decreed this awesome order,
Who these details tho’t and planned?
Who made clouds to grace the heavens,
Spread the snowflakes with His hand?

Jesus Christ and God the Father,
And the Spirit, three in one,
Planned and formed, decreed and ordered,
Till this blessed deed was done.


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Rhyme | |

Times of Trouble Are Ahead

Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soon. Come “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now... There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Chastushka | |

A life that changed

Here ends a life that never was Lord, I thank you for your love In the morn, my soul will ascend A snow white turtle dove When you sleep, your dreams alight You’re free from guilt and fear When you awake in the dead of night My screams are all you hear Then like an angel from high above A black cloaked figure stood “He heard your words of thanks for love and has acted as he should” The angelic priest then took her hand And lifted her on high It was then she heard the heavenly band And knew her time was nigh The Lord was there to greet her “My child your faith held strong may you serve for a while longer and join the spiritual throng” He sent her back down to a part of France Where Our Lady once appeared And taking up this one last chance A blue clad person neared “Hi I’m Lucy” the person said Her voice so soft and true She turned to smile, her graceful head Noticing the crowd of blue This was where her true heart lie In the place of penance and love Where in the morn she did release Her snow white turtle dove.


Details | Rhyme | |

Alone With God

For five long days I’ve been snowbound.
My home with blanket pulled around
Is quiet as the distant hill
That nestles in its white surround.
My world so very still.

No small birds trill to break the spell.
All vanquished with the flakes that fell.
Electric voice immobilized,
Marooned in solitary cell,
My world strangely disguised.

No noisome birdsong to intrude
On absolute of quietude.
No foot on yielding snow has trod.
Suspended in rare interlude
Alone, alone with God.

The snow remover coming through,
The telephone and power crew.
Although their efforts I applaud
I  miss the peaceful time I knew
Alone, alone with God.  

	By: Joyce 12/30/02  We all won first in this one.  


Details | I do not know? | |

celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


Details | Acrostic | |

November

NOVEMBER


New fallen snow – winter's first
Over the river and through the woods
Very soon, we'll celebrate Thanksgiving
Everyone anticipates turkey and apple pie
Mom's already baking Christmas cookies
Better make out your Christmas list
Enjoy making winters first snow village
Remember to thank  God for all His Blessings


	Curtis Moorman
	1 September 2011


Details | Free verse | |

Emancipation

Emancipation
Unfettered-Set free-
My soul is longing for Home
Where the wild ducks fly to winter
Where I hear the sweet sounds of swans 
Calling her chicks to her side on tranquil lakes 
That reflect distant snow covered mountain peaks 
And shimmering golden trees laugh as they catch autumn sun
A treasury of diamonds glint across waters stirred by the gentle breeze
From air pure as the snow covered peaks that glisten against blue velvet skies
I am free to sing, to laugh, to know, I am fearfully and wonderful made in His image 
A child of the KING of KINGS, and I with Angels sing, His adoration and His Praise

© Brenda V Northeast 2 April 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

White as snow

A winter time kiss amidst swirling
snow fall, pure delight wrapped in
a festive mist.

A tender fragment in time, a glimpse
of a future sublime.

Warm lips locking, we cease talking.
For in this sweet moment our worries
are forgotten.

We now see with fresh eyes, washed
white as the fallen snow. Into the blizzard
of life with faces aglow.

We have a purpose and endeavour in faith 
hope and LOVE!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ninth Fable

 Ninth Fable 
Ninth Fable 
 
Tragic Love 
 
Internet Love 
 
The Love eye have for ewe is just the same as iff we wed. 
The feelings that she gives me are never filled with dread. 
But nothing she can dew would make me ever want to wind up dead but the 
living do the love they do the life time instead. Eye could walk the halls of memory 
and get depressed or eye could become a nun in convicted pleasure and rest in 
convent until death can dew us part death can give me rest but what of love. How 
can a man get so excited at a little green dot a few mouse clicks and then a cold 
white chat box. The ink is never wet upon mye crinkle paper yet there it is its love. 
When she smiles at me eye smile when she frowns eye weep a river of the 
stuffins kept inside it all comes flowing out to make a wrongful death seem 
somehow write the words upon the mended heart depart from worry and from 
woe and take the brand new start and soon it all works for love. Snow White she 
ate the apple and then fell to fast asleep but Charlax came to kiss her and 
awakened her to live. Prince Charlax kisses good. 
Live upon the creek bank fishing for dragonflies in a house of love. Mending heart 
of Charming. Making love in heart. Mye snow white turtle love my pookie 
pochoucntous love my internet thrall. We can have it all just hold on to my 
namme and love. 
Researchers have now proven that love can mend a broken heart. 



Details | Light Poetry | |

Tale of the White Snow Turtles

In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.

Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. 
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.

Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.

Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.

I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.


Details | Free verse | |

Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 


Details | Quatrain | |

THE PURPLE SPRING CROCUS - A CHRISTMAS STORY

Early Christmas morning I glanced outside,
and no snow was falling, and suddenly a vision of a luminous light
with a trembling child appeared in sight...
and could this have been the Infant of prophecy and might?


And He softly said with the sweetest and kindest voice,
"I bring you no snow but endless love...the warmest flame
that makes every forsaken and unhappy heart rejoice;
it's a gift so gladly given to all the believers of this blessed age." 


Struck by that splendid appearance, unafraid,
I ran to thank him for those wonderful words,;
and not having seen any gift under the decorated spruce,
I seemed puzzled, but not fearful or nearly surprised.


There it stood, my gift from that generous child with golden, curly hair: 
a purple spring crocus never seen before, an Alpine flower
which grows in early April in every emerald meadow...
I leaned forward with much gentleness and plucked it from the cold snow.
 

When I stood up, he was gone and not a trace of him could be found,
and who was that cherub without wings...to leave that flower in the bitter cold? 
Wasn't He the Christ Child who was born in a Bethlehem's abandoned stable?
And wasn't hope the meaning of the purple spring crocus so beautiful?  





Details | Ballad | |

Euphorianah'

The sapphire sun of what-were dreams
Setting in the forsaken east
My winters' desperation clung to your silent voice
Let death be a choice
Dusk revealed your truest nature
Before her argentine eyes
'Tis the darkest of tragedies, romances' maladies
Let your forgiveness be la Vie In this frozen air
The wings of my deepest despairs

Friend or foe?
The dagger close to my heart--
If your forgiveness is nigh
Let me know--or is this all a lie

Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah

The winterwind tears carress me
With whispers, (of) Someone I Once knew
Calming the fears inside
But the pain remains
--hallcunary rains 

Dreams fading with the Enya in your eyes
With the darkness of your hands
The silverfears of the pale moon
Shine on you

Lilyheart swain 
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah

Your eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, blue 
Sacrdice has a price
Heaven is calling us tonight

Cursed In shadowed illusions
Shall we dance?
Would there be a chance
Euphorinah 
Forgive me now
I will rip out every nail 
Of your coffin
I don't care if it's God it will offend

Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah


Details | Free verse | |

God's Winter Stage

Beautiful to view,
Magnanimous and scenic,
Gingerbread houses with snow covered  trees ,
Blessed by diversified weather,
Cool and refreshing,
The crisp sound of the snow as you walk,
Sidewalks clean and sanded,
The sound of cars and buses our good friends,
We are a civilized species of the Lord,
Dependent on our belief of God,
The restaurant a haven for companionship and delicious foods,
God's winter stage, we are guests of good will.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


Details | Rhyme | |

What Is Christmas About

What is Christmas all about?  Santa and his elves?
Gifts we give to someone else?  Gifts we get ourselves?
Decorations on a tree?  Hoping snow will fall?
Trips to see a family?  That’s not it at all.
Christmas is about a time God looked down on man,
Saw him in a sinful state, and devised a plan.
Christmas is about a place here upon this earth
Where God sent His precious Son through a virgin birth.
Christmas is about a man and his wife-to-be
Sitting in a stable small, now a family.
Christmas is about a Babe born that quiet night
With an angel choir above looking at the sight.
Christmas is about some men there upon a hill
Hearing angel choirs that night when it had been still.
Christmas is about these words whispered near the inn:
“His name will be Jesus Christ, He’ll save us from our sin.”
Christmas is about the plan for this child who came:
Dying on a rugged cross in agony and shame.
Dying so all men could be by God justified
When they trusted in His Son who there hung and died.
Christmas is about God’s Son, not about the elves,
Not about the gifts we give or that we get ourselves.
Christmas is about a life we can live again,
Washed much whiter than the snow from our every sin.
Christmas is about a tree where His blood was given
To make us His family and a home in heaven.
What is Christmas all about?  Oh, I hope you know
That it is about God’s love that to us He shows.
When you come to Him by faith, you will sing and shout,
For you’ll really know right then what Christmas is about.


Details | Cowboy | |

Ghost Town Church In Snow

Guess it was ‘bout mid-December
And a winter storm was howlin’—
Was roundin’ up strays I remember
And my belly start to growlin’.
I come upon an ol’ ghost town
I’d rode through many times now past—
There were some ol’ buildin’s left round—
I reckon most things jest don’t last.
Yet there in whirlin’ snow and haze
Stood the remnants of an ol’ church,
That had once seen much better days—
Its cockeyed cross carved out of birch.
A coat of snow made it all clean,
Made it full of hope for mankind—
The whiteness gave it a new sheen
Now at the end of its long line.
No one remembered the town’s name
Or the people that once lived here—
Its history had been reclaimed
By time and heavy snows each year.
As I straightened up that ol’ cross
And thought of folks singin’ inside—
I remembered all that we’ve lost:
Those that lived and loved and then died.
If there’s a moral to this town
And this snowy church all alone—
It’s be content with what we’ve found
At the place we humbly call home.

  


Details | Romanticism | |

The beauty of an Angel

It is the storm that we brave when there is no sight to see. 
But that of your beauty that I strive for when I live this life in despair. 
It is there my heart soars is where the eagle is. 
Way up yonder in the blue skies of heavens grace. 
There my soul laids deep in a love of wonders and maze. 
That of an angel to which darkens my door steps. 
Not with death does she bring but that of my heart she holds there. 
It is with love I have lost myself as I search to find again. 
But there you shine a light brighter then the moon itself. 
As I see a star shine through them cloudy days. 
Just knowing you are there and we share the greatest thing of all. 
And that is the love of two hearts desire. 
That it is there I breathe the air of my breath as my love is that of an undying one. 
As you squeeze my heart to which you hold and keeps me pushing for more. 
As I find myself loving you more with the words that cut so deeply. 
It is there it bleeds for you and the way you care for one. 
That it isn't just your beauty I crave but that of your love I so desire to have. 
That of an angel with so much love that I have fallen to one knee and prayed. 
For God to give my heart with sweet love of devotion and you never to leave my side until 
our dyeing day. 
For there you have my heart, so be careful not to squeeze too hard. 
Because it is fragile and doesn't take much to shatter. 
As I can just feel your hands laid upon my chest as every beat it feels you are there. 
With great love I send a kiss to you that it may hit you square on the lips. 
But with that of a gentle but soft touch it carries a love so true and dear.
For it is there my world is bright and snow lay. 
As I have found a snow angel of heaven best but with love and beauty she portrays.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Snow Angel

Snow Angel in white,
She can never fly,
She can only lay,
still like a squished bug,
paralyzed being.

She's bewildered,
Then why exist?
She longs to make
a difference.

Aha! Prayer
can affect
eternity.

Angel
Prays.

Joy.


Details | I do not know? | |

snow snow and more snow

I see snow falling on the ground
I See snow falling all around
I see houses covered in snow
I see Cars Covered in snow
I even see birds with snow on them!
I see a small timber wolf ready to pounce on its prey
I also see the prey about to jump in its hiding spot
Poor timber wolf maybe next time tho
will he get some food
i love winter 
the snow so bright
i love the northern lights
It helps me sleep every night


Details | I do not know? | |

Snow Globes II

An arrangement to place upon the shelf, these orbs of light....

While your eyes avert toward the skies, beyond the brilliant blue

Smiling, as the encompassing sun, winks and waves at you

Pointing unto these astonishing places, creations stories of here and there

"Saying, don't miss this~go see that~and, breathe, in the air...."

Capturing butterflies, as they flutter all about, colorful, and free

Bowing before the alter, while this warmth is poured, lovingly, upon your cheeks

Still living in this moment, and remembering the past, yet, longing for eternity

Amid the neverending snowflakes, of beauties  melodies, chords, of golden strings....

While you gather in the stars, within your silk laced pockets

To place them amid the promises, of these silverish dreams

Where upon these shelves they shall henceforth lie, never, by themselves

Within the days of  disappearing lives, the hearts that bleed no more

Except, within the here and now, with no visions, beyond this door....

Veering from the snow that falls, these precious ones, that sadly, lost their way?

As the daffodil slowly floats along, beyond the horizon, of forevers gone!

Gathering flowers and bouquets, sun rays and stars

Fluttering butterflies, before a childs eyes, while the waters flow, deep inside, of....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                          
                                       ~ Snow Globes ~


Details | Verse | |

Color Blind in Northern Spring

They told me before I left the south
Son, the snow gets kind of dirty down here
And eyes find a fence against the glare
But boy, I see you hankering to go out
And your face be turned north for its spring
And your heart beats after the birds on wing
You long to go where cageless a man can sing
But remember in any mountain the bear's king.

You should have seen me the first I saw snow
White and unblemished, my faith fluttered high
I could not stop staring at the thing if I did try
The light rose from it and seared me in its glow
My vision shattered like glass, too small to cut
The rope dangling above that pit in my gut
And then I looked till liberty was like a slut
And I was old tom shuffling to peace in my hut

I saw the skin's color, alright. The bloodless snow
But I did not see that nature is deeper than skin
Or that innocence must precede each coming sin
When the eyes were wide shut, could I still know?
I was blinded by the light to believe some drop of it
Was still so good, and then captured by the spirit
I felt I should, to some egalitarian faith, commit
Since deep dark is like looking at close and brightly lit

In neither can one tell red from brown, or green
From blue, but I have how even shapes disappear
When the white feathers of frost are strewn here,
There and everywhere: the snow swallows the stare
Of my man who cannot feel the wilderness cold
Seeping through cramps and feet, no sunset gold,
No rust of morning, nor dark of night, we can hold
One beam of faith to support the brightly blinded soul.


Details | ABC | |

The Red White & Blue House has Foundation

In God we Trust, they builded a house on a Foundation
a house without a foundation goes down during hard
times in the War or Storm, as the eagle won't ever
die the house isn't going off the foundation, its build
for bipartsin, and that were God comes in for Bipartsin
a house divide, to divide and then conquer its our
policy pork barrel Regan would say its Pork Barrel
a house divide can Conquer, on the Mountain Stop
were GAINTS stand and the white snow on the mountain tops
home sweet, home were the green green trees
our on the snow cover Mountains and Blessed
is our home of Victory sweet sweet home of
Victory, were the fire is always lite, and Our 
Father is always home for the cold cold icly
World and Wars and we have know were to go go 
home on the Mountain Stops in God we
Trust. May 17 2007 the War Iraq


Details | Cowboy | |

Face In the Snow

Sly had him no love for Christmas,
It was just another day—
When the devout celebrated
And weak-willed cowpokes did pray.

Old Sly, he weren’t all that bad—
No, by gosh, he sure was not—
He never did shoot him a man
That he didn’t think need shot. 

Sly Stern was just an old drover
Who outlived his friends and time—
That was headed nowhere that day
Without a care or a dime.

So it was Christmas that morning
As he crossed the Mummy Range—
Heading higher and still higher,
When he felt a little strange.

He’d crossed these old mountains before,
But never on Christmas day—
Yet now he felt a bit confused
And he couldn’t find his way.

The wind and the cold grew fiercer—
Snow hit his face with hard slaps,
Sly knew he needed some shelter
As one hand froze to his chaps.

But all he could find was a ledge,
A wind break with icy sage.
He unsaddled his horse gently—
For the first time felt his age.

Quickly, Sly gathered up damp wood—
Built a fire to heat his soul—
Christ seemed nothing in a blizzard
As the snow soon took its toll.

Hours passed and so did the fire
As white snow whirled and then screamed—
For a moment he saw a face
Or so that old drover dreamed.

The blizzard grew stronger that day,
The worst in thirty odd years—
Covering the whole Mummy Range:
A Christmas with joy and tears.

With numb hands and ice-cased whiskers,
Sly took bullets from his belt,
Gently arranged them in the snow
To spell out just how he felt.

For in those final dear moments,
One face appeared in the snow—
The face of the Lord of this earth,
A face that he would now know.

Two months later his friend found it,
Next to his rock-frozen hoss—
The old drover’s bullets laid out
In the rough shape of the cross.

Though his saddle and gun remained,
There was no trace of old Sly—
It was as if he’d been taken
Away, far up, in the sky. 


Details | Free verse | |

Once Upon A Christmas

I stand at the window and watch the snow fall 
It's been two hours since Billy left 
The wind has built, a blizzard set in 
And I can't put my mind at rest. 

The snow has drifted blocking the road he took 
But he knows his job, the cattle must be watered and fed 
And hay for the baby calves to bed. 
"I'll be all right," he said. 

There is no school it is Christmas vacation 
The radio predicted conditions to worsen. 
With his family save and warm 
He then sets about caring for those out in the storm. 

TV and presents keep the children entertained 
While I my hair do pull. 
Dinner is ready and still Billys not home 
And with questions like "When's daddy coming home? 
And "Can I go out and play in the snow?" 

It is hard for them to understand 
It isn't just a snow fall, the danger is far to grave 
Wander to far and they could be lost 
And in turn perhaps lose their lives. 

Two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock came 
Finally Billy comes through the door 
Wet, exhausted and frozen to the bone 
He removed his outer garments and collapsed on the chair. 

As he ate the children came 
Excited to have daddy home 
Satisfied he was safe and sound 
They went back to their TV and games. 

Chore time came and the blizzard ruled 
I offered to do my share 
He smiled and said, "Everything's fine. 
Just the cow to milk and the pigs to feed 
And I'll be right back inside. " 

I put on my coat took shovel in hand 
And worked at clearing the path. 
In an hour it would be covered again 
But I needed to have some fresh air. 

All were in bed, the Christmas tree bright 
The Nativity set caught my eye 
Tenderly I picked up the manger, bow my head and say 
"Thank You Baby Jesus and Happy Birthday."

                                                                Cile Beer


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Howling

Listen!...Hear the howling icy wind
Old man with white hair and beard
You with water, melted snow trickling
Down your side coursing to the lake

How high are you? Reaching the heavens
Such a strong tower,  protector of game
People can run to you strong Rock
Clouds boil over your white hair and beard

Possible new snow will come from above
Coating your hair and beard with new white
That provides the stream with water come spring
Stream that forms the cool, clear water of that River


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I Remember the Day

I Remember the Day
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

I can remember the day like yesterday,
When the snowfall brought much glee,
One Florida church made a wish that year.
Flakes of snow they wanted to see.
Praying with hope, they entreated their God,
Asking together on knees. 
“We are so poor and no gifts will there be
For the Christmas tree this year,”
But they trusted in Heavenly Father's love.
I in their eyes great faith saw--
There were dreams that they dreamed and truly believed
“Send Christmas snow, God please.”

To show their great faith in God for the snow,
Paper snowflakes one by one,
Appeared each day in the bright sunlight
Thrilling, enchanting, and fun.
Then, many other people came,
When the snowflakes they did see,
They stayed to pray with those poor that day.
Snowflakes taped where others could see.

Some people not nearly as faithful as these 
Came mocking the poor folks’ glee.
And that was the reason (as many know,
In this place of poverty)
That the snow wish to God was repeated 
Saying, “Snowflakes, send to us please.”

And the snowflakes they cut for the window with care
Were like snowflakes school children make
With glittery paper of white
And one of the mockers that came there to fight
Remembered the good Lord above
Then, joined in the joy shared that night
And helped make many snowflakes with love.

Thus, Christmas never comes that I don't think about
The snowflakes that appeared one by one.
For the wish that they made was like no other wish
Those poor who had faith to believe
And all that they asked for from Father above
Were snowflakes in Florida showing God's love.
And that's what He gave them Christmas Day.
In the snow that God gave children played.


This is based on a true story...  It took place at a State Welfare Office, not a Church.


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Snow Globes

Taking hold of this very instant, filled with its tears and joys of the here and now....

Placing them all within snow globes, to preserve their wonders and their lives

Upon the shelves of these times, wherein they lived, loved and.dreamed

To glance upon them all someday, winding the key, unto their musical notes

That they may shine once again, these reflections, if even but for a moment

Snowflakes floating, as they twirl within the waters, to disappear upon the ground

Beneath the piles and the mounds, of the days of their lives, their, once upon a times....

A vague silhouette of images, within this thickened glass

As you peer up closely, and somehow smile about their past?

Knowing as a breeze these memories, they passed, like a daffodil within the waters

Gently drifting away, within the currents, of the everflowing tide

While you watched intently, amazingly, these ghost, of soon to be days gone by....

Understanding as you bowed, thinking, maybe you'll see them again somehow?

Inside of these crystals, as you turn to walk away, unto, another day....

Inhaling deeply, and sighing slightly, within this here and nows, breath

As you slow down your pace, to absorb, and to take them all in

To gather their eyes, within your soul again, should the sun not rise, tomorrow?

Playing these musical melodies, to be placed into snow globes, someday, frosted

Standing at the rivers edge, beholding, these flowers that grow

To gather them within hand, a hope, a wish, a goal, to create this bouquet....

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An Angel saved my life

One cold,winter's night,so long ago
A man lay frozen,against a church door
His break was shallow and his pulse was weak
The alcohol had sunk to his core
The man lay limp and motionless
His eyes began to roll into his head
It was almost certain that by morning
This lost soul would've been dead
As this man lingered between despair and death
With snow blowing through his unkept beard
A star fell down from Heaven
And a marvelous creature appeared
An angel stood majestically
Dressed in solid white
She knealt down to the man before her
And told him not to fright
She placed her hand on his frozen head
As the snow painted the ground white
The angel spoke in a soft voice saying,
"You shall not die here tonight"
With such a simple phrase,the angel went on her way
To the Heavens from which she came
The man lay in a peaceful slumber
As warm as an eternal flame
The morning came with a warm sunrise
The new fallen snow glittered so bright
The man awoke to the golden sun beams
Happy to see the new light
Suddenly,the church door opened
A preacher stood there,staring at the man
Before either spoke,the preacher extended his arm
And offered a helping hand
The preacher helped the man to his feet,and asked,
"Is there someone I could call...a friend...a wife?"
With tears in his eyes,the man could only say one thing,
"An angel saved my life."