Midsummer Christmas

Wandering around the city with my little  boy
His nine year old brain filled with such joy
An adventure with grandma, a day just for him
Both of us bubbling, filled to the brim...

Up hill and down hill..what's round the bend
Find a present for mama for him to send
Weather just perfect, a fine summer day
A day filled with such innocent play

But then on the sidewalk he saw an old man
Dirty and toothless, holding a can
He stopped, stared and tears started to flow
Life had given him one hearty blow

He had a few dollars still in his pocket
Forget buying mom a shiny new locket
Straight to the can his dollars all went
This life lesson surely from heaven sent

Do you hear the sound of a little drummer?
Here it is Christmas in the middle of summer......
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Brown Avatar
July 27, 2010 at 6:33 AM
Congratulations Barbara on your win in Constance~The Rambling Poet's~" contest "Christmas in July For Lyrical And Lovely Ladies". Love, Carol
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July 26, 2010 at 6:47 AM
Congrats BG on your big win in the ladies part of the contest... if was so fun judging with Constance and choosing all these beautiful entries for winning poems.. so enjoyed your entry.. now u enjoy your wonderful win.. with luv..
Mitchell Avatar
July 26, 2010 at 1:47 AM
This is a beautiful poem showing how compassion works. Only if everyone would respond kindly to others, how different the world would be! Congratulations on your win: )
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July 22, 2010 at 1:59 PM
Good luck in the contest with this excellent write about deep compassion that a child expressed through his gift...Keep the creative pen flowing..Sara
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July 22, 2010 at 1:52 PM
Excellent Barbara, that is the definition of the Holy Spirit at work. And as to your comment, I have always considered the poet as the enlightened philosopher. Whereas the philosopher constantly grapples with the truth trying to comprehend, the poet accepts it for what it is and then falls in love with it. Wouldn't it be nice if we could all apply that to each other!
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July 20, 2010 at 11:29 AM
A delightful story about your grandson, LNC. I leave for vacation shortly, but I'll stay in touch with you! Love, Carolyn LNC
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July 19, 2010 at 11:14 AM
This is fantastic BG! I loved it!~Tirzah~
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July 19, 2010 at 9:31 AM
My Dear Barbara, This is absolutely Awesome YOU have quite a little man there with YOU The more YOU speak about Jordan the more grown up he seems YOU are definitely Blessed LOVE YOU ALWAYS...HG
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July 19, 2010 at 8:48 AM
WOW, Barbara - truly terrific and inspiring! Nice job. I loved it and am touched.
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