Deborah Herber Poet Rhyme

Beneath a Glass Bubble

Beneath a glass bubble 
Exists a world all its own,
Tipped upside down
Its magic is known.

Sometimes it plays 
An inspiring tune,
Other times its silence
Sings louder than the moon.

It displays a scene
That touches your heart,
Every little detail
Is a work of art.

Angels to animals
Children to Christmas scenes,
Each world under glass
Shows what life means.

Delicate and old
Shiny and new,
Each treasured globe
Provides an enchanting view.

Beneath a glass bubble
Exists a valuable treasure,
A creation of inspiration
That only the heart can measure.


I collect snow globes and have an estimated 80+ at last count.  I have small ones, big
ones, musical ones, silent ones: and from every theme you can possibly think of from Xmas
to Disney and Halloween to angels.  It is willed that when my time is up, the complete
collection will be donated to St. Judes Hospital.

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James Fraser August 3, 2009 at 12:22 PM I was fascinated with these globes when i was younger and was amazed at how they managed to make them, lovely write>>James

Laura Mckenzie October 7, 2008 at 12:49 PM Wonderful write it brings me back to my childhood how lovely you willed them to the hopsital. Kindly Laura :)

Sharon Winter October 6, 2008 at 3:32 PM Beautiful! St. Jude is one of my favorite charities. A very thoughtful gesture, and an enchanting idea for collection. I agree. They are magical. Love, Shar

George Anos October 6, 2008 at 6:01 AM They must really mean so much to you! I also collect things and I understand the feeling one gets when looking at his proud collection! Brgds. George