Below are the all-time best Marycile Beer poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members
One day I was passing time
And wrote these words upon the lines,
I know not where they came you see
The Winds of Time were there for me.
If I could open a door to the past
And there before me were the paths
I'm not quite sure which I would choose
But The Winds of Time would see me through.
The vastness there before God's Hand
Then came the heavens, the seas, the land
Eden, Noah and the Christ Child's birth
Is the path that I see first.
I'm not into Knights or dragon days,
Nor Robin Hood and his saving ways,
But give me a Viking as he crosses the seas
And I'll dream of the lands so wild and free.
The music of Irland calls to me,
Where Kathleen's heart has ever been,
And for Danny Boy the fifes do call
I'll shed my tears lest he should fall.
As Immigrants touched upon our shores
The Indians prepared to fight once more,
But fate stepped in and eased the sore
They'd live in peace forever more.
The battles fought upon this land
To protect us from Tierney's hand,
The Civil War for Freedom's right
The Alamo where comrades died.
At Little Big Horn where our soldiers died,
As Indians defend their homes with pride,
The government later took a hand
And put them on Reservation land.
I remember well, when I was quite young
The days of World War II
And how my father's life did change
When the family business he assumed.
Twenty-four seven was unheard of then,
But that was their working day,
They helped keep our nations trucks on the road
Their battlefield was here in the USA.
I'll choose the path with pastures green,
Horses, cattle and the cowboy scene,
This is the land of my mother's birth
The most precious land to me on earth.
I chose this land and took a stand,
Married a cowboy and we ranched the land.
Though now retired and family gone
This land will always be our home.
The Winds of Time, know well my soul
I'll rest at night with days of yore.
And as I wake a prayer I'll say
Please God, may we have Peace today?
With the help of the wind
The tree leaves produce their song
While the range vent clatters along
August 19, 2010
MY THANKS TO YOU
And the Sun rise too
Are all Gifts
But the Gift of Love
You sent to Us
Upon that Christmas Morn
Was the Greatest of Gifts
We could Recieve
Once more I Thank You God
Blue Bells, ring their songs of praise,
Golden Rods, give brilliant rays,
Daisies, dancing all in fun,
Asters, bowing in the sun,
Poppies, tossing laughing heads,
While Johnny Jumps up from his bed.
I'm thinking of the little birds
That fly away in fall,
And return when the balmy breezes
Make their beckoning call.
Today they fly above the clouds
Snow dancing in their faces,
Searching for a place to land
Where the sun shows it's graces.
Tomorrow they will take to air
To find the snow has gone,
And return to my little tree
With bright and cheery song.
But For You
You tagged me
And said such nice things
I’m at a loss for words
Perhaps I need to call for help
Won’t you help me choose
Joseph S., Carol B., Tami M., Stella S.,
Mike J., Vince S., Stacy R., Lainie G.
Maggie O., Lynn M .and Michaela P.
Who, oh who should it be?
I know! I know the perfect selection
Won’t you all join with me,
I introduce to you my Friends
Our very own ' Poetrysoup Origination.'
For without them we might never have met.
So while they take the stage
Let’s all give them a hand, and say
“Our thanks to you and God Bless.”
I must thank a special friend
For a beautiful poem he wrote
But I believe he gives me to much credit
For what he accomplished on his own.
A beautiful family, a whole new life
And the courage to tell the world of his strife.
In doing so he gives others the faith to take steps on their own
And begin to rebuild, what they once thought was gone.
God was there for him and if I helped in any way
I thank the Lord He allowed me to lend a hand that day
Tag Mike....We give you our love for now and always.
Is my goal,
Is an odor to me,
In a tree
Is a home for me,
Is candy you see,
On a hook
To me is bad luck,
Makes me sleepy
Is my fun time call,
In a tree
Is adventure to me,
Answers you see
Are funny to me,
Of course on this night we are supposed to be asleep so Santa
could come, but we hadn't been home from Midnight Mass very long, and the
invigorating cold was not conducive to sleep. Even the hot chocolate did not do
much to help sedate the excitement.
We were hoping for sleds that year. The snow was perfect for
sledding especially like we did it. We tied out sleds on behind the car or pick up
and were pulled through the hills. We got our sleds. My dad and my uncle made
them for us.
No television and only in the late years were we allowed to use the
radio. Batteries were to expensive for frivolous use. We spent many hours
playing cards or games.
I took time out and went to high school and college and got my
My aunt taught there only one year after the Federal Government
turned the schools over to the local government.
The last time I was back there the out buildings had been moved and
Indian families were living in them. The school was dirty and unkept.
Now the school is gone. The ancestors who once walked these
dusty plains are gone. The Indians who were there when I was a child are gone.
They are Ghosts. Ghosts whose faces can be seen in the clouds.
Ghosts who still chop wood on those sub zero nights. And the drums we heard
in the middle of the nights are still beating. They beat as strongly as the heart
beats in a healthy body. The laughter of the children still echoes under the
The life blood of a culture, of a nation grows thin. The Battle of
Wounded Knee was the last battle to be fought between the white man and the
Indian on the northern plains. It's cries still echo across the land.
My foot prints in the creek did not last any longer than those they left
in the dust. But in my memories, this mile and a half by three quarter mile haven
still lives. And will live forever as a piece of unrecorded history.
I walked down the hospital corridor
And a dragonfly I see
Staring through the window pane
Looking just for me.
My mind immediately took wings
And soared above the clouds
I looked upon the city huge
Where I was once a child.
Then the wind beneath his wings
Transported me far north
To the Nebraska Sand Hills
And the school I once taught.
Here a Cowboy riding tall
Caught my eye you see
Then I knew with all my heart
This land my home would be.
I drifted farther north again
To Dakota land,
Where we ranched and raised the kids
Our dreams to soon would end.
Back to Kansas we did go
A living was our goal.
For twenty years you worked so hard
Your health did pay the toll.
I traveled upward one last time
Our old place I see
Beneath me lies your garden site
With nothing left but weeds.
I soar over our new home
Your flowers and veggies bloom,
I picked your pretty coral rose
And brought it to your room.
The dragonfly blinked his eyes at me
His message I'd misread,
He wasn't here for me at all
But for my Cowboy, instead.
I need to thank my daughter-in-law Darcee for her help.
Cile and Darcee Beer