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Sitting in the forest hidden from the sun
I feel the earth tremble by deer on the run
Leaves flutter in a gentle breeze
as along the narrow path
the running deer speed
then freeze in utter consternation
as they glance in my direction
Eyes wide with fear
for to them a strange being in the forest is rare.
They stare for a moment then move on again
afraid for their safety in their own domain
Birds hop from branch to branch
the owl sits alone in a trance
yet frowns upon all who dare to move
disturbing the stillness.... changing the mood.
Breeze whistle through the trees
cooling the brow.... chilling the knees
Sunset pierce the darkening forest
with a red but mellow light
as it prepares once more to turn in for the night
Such a brief but glorious sight.
Darkness is now complete
yet I hear the patter of little feet
I hear too the heart of the forest beat
and I know the forest is alive
I know too.....the forest never sleeps.
Pitter patter of little feet
Running around so happy
At every age a blessing too
As they learn so do you
Reading a fable of their choice
Hearing excitement in a voice
Watching them learn about life
Seeing the world through new eyes
Homemade cards with handprints
Touching your heart you lament
They will grow up from lap to arms
You never get enough of their charm
And you look forward to their growth
Off to college eager excited with hope
Empty nest but full heart of love
Watch them fly high as white dove
After they graduate you feel pride
Reflecting how fast life goes by
Month of the child celebrating
How much we love our offspring
Oh, carry me down to our beloved riverside.
Let's lay on the sweet grass and just abide.
To soak up the sun, through our tender young skin.
And think of the phenomenal world we live in.
~Yet, aging stalks in silence and will take our youth away.~
Let's dream of our lightness of being in this now.
Dream about out our future family and home, anyhow.
In a city, small, with winding-treed streets.
And the cherished patter of little feet!
~Yet, aging stalks in silence and will take our youth away.~
In this glorious moment exists silken happiness and bliss.
You know, my deepest love, the joy you bring with a fervent kiss.
The monarch butterflies flap their wings in such joy.
Seeing the great happiness of a girl and her boy.
~Yet aging stalks in silence and will take our youth away.
I love this engagement ring, see its colors dance in the sun.
Our life together will be lovely, I already see it done.
Children we will have, how about four?
Oh, you're so silly, you want more?
~Yet~aging stalks in silence and takes our youth away!~
10/8/2020
7pm PST
The joy this Christmas will come from
The celebration of being alive,
And avoiding strife.
The joy this Christmas will come from,
The written word,
Not the presents scored.
The joy this Christmas will come from,
From bullets dodged,
Not complaints lodged.
The joy this Christmas will come from,
Playing the role of a kind stranger,
And looking out for a neighbour.
The joy this Christmas will come,
From listening for the patter of little feet,
And not the police on the beat.
The joy this Christmas will come from,
Playing music that is sweet,
And paying compliments to all in a tweet.
The joy this Christmas will come,
From pardons granted,
And new friendships started.
It upsets me how cruel people are in this world today
pictures show baked in dirt crying alone
Having grow up tainted with killing and brutality
in the streets bombs going off
Earth shattering noise as the ground trembles
one feels a shaking underneath
Scared out of your wits
the effect it has on children
poor innocent little souls
If only they knew
being born into this selfish cruel world
it would make the hardest heart shed a tear
the scars forever remain
It leaves such damage
governments they all claim not to see
Everything is all controlled by mans greed war war war
is all one heart hears
what it all boils down to in the end
God be with them I pray
beginning their beautiful life's
tainted with scars
suffering little children
to hear the patter of little feet
truly a Godsend
Peering through crystals along the palm lined
Avenue of Angels, stretching endlessly
In a parallel universe serenaded by unheard
Choruses of lost newborns ripped from their
Mother's wombs through no fault of theirs,
Nor judgement of their mothers.
Resentment, anger or any form of avarice
Does not exist on this beautiful avenue.
Tho rain does fall on this particular evening,
Darkened skies glower; not yet willing to relinquish
The pitter-patter of little feet nor the innocent
Laughter of unborn children.
Our living exhibit (the slow dimension we inhabit)
Demonstrates immense capacity for
Estrangement from any compassion for these
Lost souls, even as Angels welcome them
With gifts of everlasting love upon entrance
To their glorious avenue; unaware of their
Own mortality that will someday
Beg forgiveness at this same aperture
To the
Avenue
Of
Angels
Palm Sunday Morning
3:30 am
03/29/15
Cottonwood and royal pine, majestic oak and fields of wheat
All you hear are birds, and the pitter patter of little feet
The smell of lilac fills the air, dirt roads far as one can see
Just beware of certain flowers and the stinging bumble bee
A cornucopia to run and play, safe and free from harm
There is no place I would rather be, than right here on this farm
This is my sanctuary, so many often wonder why
I’ll always love the country, it’s where I live and where I’ll die
I am thankful of this piece of ground, and all that I can see
Our life is what we make it, don’t let regret take hold of thee
August 17, 2020