Fall had just begun and the wind was whisping through the trees.
A first cool breeze.
The sun was setting and all was quiet, a silent harmony.
Way off in the distance I began to hear a hum of music.
It sounded like harmonica's in the wind.
As I was taken back in time, when family was plentiful, gathering and singing.
Aunts and Uncles with grandparents and all the kin.
As the sound got closer and closer, it was Harmonica's in the wind.
For as the trees began to sway from side to side it was as if the music was
pushing the trees aside to get through.
Recognizing the hymns one after another I began to wander if what I was hearing
was real.
The more I thought about it the less I heard, and I decieded it wasn't.
Since then, I continue to hear the harmonica's in the wind.
One great hyme after another, are those great Harmonica's in the wind.
Copyright@2010 Mary M.McShirley Kilker
Categories:
kilker, music
Form: Narrative
Miracles
Miracles happen every day.
Miricales happen and mine is, my Jennifer Shay
For you are a daughter that I have been blessed with for a reason.
Maybe it was to keep my sanity for every season.
Your talents run deep and for that you should know.
You are loved by your mother and it will always be aglow.
It is not that of straight A's of which I expect.
Only of a dream of which we neither would regret.
A family is that of which I could Hold in deed.
You and I, are a unit and that will always remain.
For this would be a miracal in which you are the same.
I have always been very proud to be your mom in which this brings me no shame.
I have singled you out in a positive way.
You're a special daughter to me my Jennifer Shay.
So, hold fast to your dreams you will go.
For a special dream will hold and carry you even after I go.
Bless you for when you were born they had broken the mold.
Copyright@2010 I Love you Jenny
Your Mom
MaryM.McShirley/Kilker
Categories:
kilker, daughterdaughter, dream, daughter, dream,
Form: Light Verse
My career is of the word in which I think.
My goal is that of which I seek.
For this time until forever, no man will come in between me and my endeavor.
For the unspoken is that of which will unravel on this page full of ink.
I have done all that I could, and lost as I see.
Never again will I do for others without taking care of me.
Putting all aside for the dream, I will go.
To look back at the path, and those faces I have known.
For each step, that I take becomes a brick of path that is laid down as my future.
And those of whom I have left behind I hope they will follow for their own piece of mind.
Life is of a very big race, and a career is that of which we all must face.
Born to be something is our human race.
Copyright@3/2010 marymmcshirley/kilker
Categories:
kilker, lifecareer,
Form: Verse
You were under the dirt so deep that you didn't even know that you were there.
After many days and nights of rain you still did not appear.
One morning the sun came and warmed you and you began to sprout.
Seven mornings later you poked your needles out.
Then came a new world of warmth and light, and a nightly darkness.
In this nightly darkness were stars of bright whites shooting across the sky of night.
For spring has come and you have sprung into the world of growth.
Once a seed and now a tree, life leaves more for the eye to see.
I know for I am the pollen in which you once knew, before you were a seed.
And the air in which we once breathed we now breath again.
For now you are the tree in which beams above all in the land, I am the flower who admires
all those above.
You my tree are above the rest.
Above the land is a sky of blues and grey, the greens are the fields of which we stand.
For all that is below and up above are all connected with love.
A ground so deep and a sky so high nothing is for sure but I and my.
Copyright@3-2010 MaryMMcShirley/Kilker
Categories:
kilker, natureworld, tree, sky, tree,
Form: Light Verse
The path between the trees had faded beneath the seasonal snow.
Yet, the presence of your foot prints are clearly in my mind.
As I walked through the snow with the memory of you.
The silence of the dusk began to set in.
For I stopped and leaned on the tree, in which you had admired many times before.
I listened to the silence of the falling snow as it glistened in the moonlight.
For the darkness brought peace and glory for the acknowledgement admired in the snow.
And the moon beaming brightly through the trees would lead me through the woods to the
field in which we would lie in through the cool spring breeze.
To remenber our laughter places a smile upon my face.
And to know that you are here with me, in this bright field of snow.
And our children in which you left behind, will walk this path of our past with me.
The questions asked are filled with interest and wander, while answers are filled with loving
tears.
For our children will grow with you in their hearts and souls.
And as you watch us from your place beyond, would you be happy for the things we have
done.
Copyright@march 2010 MaryMMcShirley/kilker
Categories:
kilker, fantasysnow, children, snow,
Form: Personification
As we walk along the river of creation.
We begin to watch the rocks at our feet for those of interest by sight.
And those of which was collected had brought many thoughts to mind.
These rocks of ages are the Stones of Time.
If these Stones of Time could see and speak, we would hear the story of all the ages.
And as a visual check begins to decipher the stones, many variations come to mind.
For each stone is different beyond compare.
Shape, color and contrast are all there.
Through thousands of years the stones had formed yet in the beginning were they already
there?
For they are neither animals nor plants, yet they exist.
Each one different yet the same in a mysterious way.
And those with holes from dripping rain.
Aggots with much beauty are they.
The earths crust is embedded with such time lines such is a tree.
Yet, many answers still lie in the Stones of Time.
Copyright@March 2010 MaryM.McShirley/Kilker
Categories:
kilker, naturetime,
Form: Light Verse
You could have been a beautiful soft-spoken song.
A wonderful view of a snowy mountain fawn.
A sunset off a smooth coastal calm.
A sunrise bursting it's light upon a spring flowers a colorful delight.
The fresh mountain air, on a morning after a seasonal rain in a northwest dew.
The rainbow in the spring between the sunshine and the rain.
A hymn that touches the soul and makes even the strongest of men weep.
In a picture of a palace, with golden steps surrounded by heavenly angels.
The smile upon my face, as I watched you as a child.
The lead horse running across the field and up the hill, a galloping thrill.
A beautiful sunny day, that warms up all things to make them happy and gay.
For you could have been anything beautiful, and you are.
Your you.
My youngest child of three.
For I truly love you, for your everything beautiful to me.
I love you Zalia
Copyright@March 2010 MaryMMcShirley/Kilker
Categories:
kilker, daughterbeautiful, spring, beautiful, love,
Form: Rhyme
Off in the distance are fields of blue.
A beautiful wild state flower for Texas through and through.
Once called a Buffalo Clover, but now a state flower.
An Indian Paintbrush every now and then, but most of all are,
Fields of Bluebonnets growing once again.
For the Yellow Roses of Texas are pretty, yet they do not compare
to the Bluebonnets of Texas with colors to share.
My friend Polly painted a picture that hangs upon her wall.
It is a masterpiece to us all.
For she has captured the Bluebonnets within her minds eye, put it on canvas, and
it is as beautiful as a lullaby.
She said oh yes those Fields of Bluebonnets of Texas, for they are as beautiful as
can be.
The fields of Bluebonnets come up every spring.
As my one-hundred and five year old friend spoke to me, it was like the next title
to be.
The fields of Bluebonnets began calling to me.
For the only thing as beautiful to me is my friend Polly and the Fields of Bluebonnets
of Texas in the early spring.
Copyright@March 2010 MaryMMcShirley/Kilker
Categories:
kilker, friendshipfriend, beautiful, beautiful, friend,
Form: Verse
In the woods of great greens and fast running streams are Trilliums growing in the late
spring.
Three white peddles with a hint of purple bloom, yet there are more colors where the
Trilliums bloom.
In the Forests and the woods floor, the Trilliums grow next to the great ferns of the great
northwest.
Where everything drips with supple dew.
Everything is wet fresh and true.
The Johnny-Jump-ups came early this spring, nothing short of amazing are the sweet
Trilliums in bloom.
Awoke to the loud frogs croaking as if to remind one that spring is calling.
Then one could not sleep as the dew started falling.
There were once two girls that made a trip up on a hill every year at the same time.
Mayday was here and it was picking Trilliums in their prime.
If a May basket was not made in school, they would still pick large bouquets and surprise
their mom with them.
For those days are gone now and the girls have moved apart, but the memories of mom and
the Sweet Trilliums still warms this girls heart.
Copyright 2010 by Marymcshirley kilker
Categories:
kilker, nature, mom, sweet, mom,
Form: Rhyme
You were under the dirt so deep that you didn't even know that you were there.
After many days and nights of rain you still did not appear.
One morning the sun came and warmed you and you began to sprout.
Seven mornings later you poked our needles out.
Then came a new world of warmth and light, and a nightly darkness.
In this nightly darkness were stars of bright whites shooting across the sky of night.
For spring has come and you have sprung into the world of growth.
Once a seed and now a tree, life leaves more for the eye to see.
I know for i am the pollen in which you once knew, before you were a seed.
And the air in which we once breathed we now breath again.
For now you are the tree in which beams above all in the land, I am the flower who admires
all those above.
You my tree are above the rest.
Above the land is a sky of blues and grey, the greens are the fields in which we stand.
For all that is below and up above are all connected with love.
A ground so deep and a sky so high nothing is for sure but i and my.
copyright@3-2010 MarymMcshirley/kilker
Categories:
kilker, natureworld, tree, sky, tree,
Form: Free verse