I watched the steam rise
Off of the sun-burnt road
While the forest dreamt
Of warm summer days
While the morning progressed
The silence was broken
By the chatter of chipmunks
And a matched set of gray squirrels
Playing tag
As they ran round and round
An old giant pine tree
That had fallen to the ground
I looked back over my childhood
And some magical memories
I carried with me
Fantasy-like recollections
That could only be seen
Through the eyes of a young child
But every so often
When the cool mornings
Touch my eyes
And a soft northwestern wind
Tumbles down the mountains
I can see the wild flowers
Shaking off the moist morning dew
And I remember the world
I once knew
With younger eyes
the voice beckened
pleading for a response
the body, curled in a ball
lifeless to the touch in the cold morning air
her lungs burning with pure oxygen
her morning jog leaving her breathless
the tears burning down her cheeks
unable to speak or move the pain to extreme
all she could do was cry from the inside out
trying to communicate her pain
that no one could understand
just tears to let someone know she was still alive
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On a beautiful morning one day in May
I went to my grandma and grandpa's to stay
My grandpa fixed breakfast and fed it to me
I felt so secure as I sat on his knee
I ate every bite of my eggs and my grits
For a snack later on we'd have cheese whiz and ritz
Yet on this bright morning when the dishes were done
We went out on the porch and sat down in the sun
Grandpa picked up his paper and on that old porch swing
He went in a flash to meet Jesus the King
Before I got grandma I climbed on his lap
Hugged him and kissed him then my heart felt a gap
Although I was little I felt such a dread
The moment I knew my grandpa was dead
Though I miss him dearly I know where he's gone
He's joyfully worshiping God at His throne
I can't wait to see him I know he is there
Praying for me to be kept in God's care
Soon we will be Amazing Grace
As we all live forever in that glorious place
In Loving Memory of My Grandfather Frank J. Geddings
He woke up every morning and climbed to the mountain top;
Until he reached the summit, he would not allow himself to stop.
Then from the apex of the mountain, he looked down on the valley below;
Many times while standing shivering, knee deep in the fallen snow.
Not until the sun had started to set, would he take the path back down;
Most people already sound asleep, in their beds when he reached the town.
She checked his ventilator;
She took his pulse again;
She did therapy on every limb;
And wiped the spit from his chin.
He woke up every morning and climbed to the mountain top…
Awaken your eyes
Every day anew
The song of a bird
Life within renew
The morning dew
Upon a leaf
The morning sun
A thief
Steal away the night
And wake up the day
Crawl out of bed
After you had hit the hay
Get ready for school
Take a shower
There is nobody out
At such an hour
Throw on new clothes
Five in the morning
Somebody wants to find
My heart, Adorning
A Renga:
A Single Blossom
Santa Cruz Harbor,
The sound of barking seals
In the morning fog
Summer heat pushes people
To the California coast
Watching the sunset,
Newlyweds are holding hands
On the balcony
A power outage has occurred,
But nobody seems to mind
The moon is rising
Over the distant mountains
In the cool fall air
She adjusts the thermostat
To a much lower setting
"We should concentrate.
We are blowing our budget.
Where is it going?"
He puts the folders away
And gazes out the window
Relentless winds blow,
Whistling through the power lines
Past the frozen pond
A diner prepares coffee
In the early morning light
The hawthorn blossoms,
White, with a tinge of yellow,
Bright against the leaves
She plucks a single blossom
And places it in her hair
The morning comes, TV is on,
channel 13 I believe.
The news of the day is blaring loud.
I feel the coolness of the morning air.
Get up, head for the kitchen,
make that first cup of coffee,
5;30 AM,
oh, why am I here!
Headed for the front door,
no paper yet.
Drinking a cup of coffee, watching the News,
wondering why I am awake?
All the years I slept through my loud alarm,
a bomb could not disturb me.
In my youth my Father would throw a cup of water on me
to get me up for school.
I was impossible to wake,
I always had so much to do.
Now that I am retired
I take things as I get to them.
I wake with a pin drop,
with no where to go.
I never can go back to sleep,
Just another one of natures crewel tricks!
Yeah, it is good to be here.
Ah, morning greenery soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart!
A month ago, a man of wealth and fame
sat right on this bench and, the papers said,
blasted away his weary, worried brains.
Except for a note about deep boredom
of a fully empty, affluent life,
of his death nothing more today remains.
But now, from atop this same cold, mute bench,
a bouncy girl, barely three, walks and hops
onto the mown grass, looks down and around.
She peers curiously and smiles at an ant
that stumbles along with some hefty load,
cheering it on as it crawls on the ground.
Ah, morning greenery soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart!