White
Snow, so beautiful and pure,
Clouds, fluffy and soft,
A candle burning in the night.
A newborn baby, crying his way into the world,
The final breath of an old man, as he passes into Summerland,
The calming sound of the ocean, as it breaks on the shore.
Vanilla ice cream, plain and simple, and yet so sweet,
100 year old wine, old and rich,
Delicious white chocolate melting in my mouth.
A swim in the pool, cold and exhilarating,
A relaxing vacation, surfing in the Bahamas,
That sense of being, after an hour of meditation.
White will clear your heart and soul and make you pure.
My Grandpa used to dance and sing,
Joy to my heart he always would bring;
Just a few bars, not the whole song,
Pretty soon I’d be singing along;
“Rye whiskey, rye whiskey” you’d hear us both say,
Or “Red River Valley”, if it was a good day;
All the old westerns, when I hear them I cry,
I don’t hear them often since Grandpa died;
No one sings “Old Faithful” no more,
It’s just an old song that people ignore;
He used to say “now that was art”,
I have to agree, I know them by heart;
I catch myself humming an old melody,
And I smile, hoping he’s thinking of me;
And to prove that I know it, I burst out in song,
And maybe in heaven, he’s singing along;
“If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck,
I’d swim to the bottom and never come up”;
My Grandpa was so special you see,
And by having his songs, he lives on through me!
WAFTING through the open window
A DULCET floral FRAGRANCE
Adds to the TRANQUILITY
Bubbles in her BLISSFUL bath dance
An old screen door creaks open
He approaches, WHISPERS, “My queen,
Your royal carriage awaits.”
She emerges and dons her jeans
“My lord,” she replies ELOQUENTLY,
A LILTING quality in her tone,
“’Tis our picnic basket you desire most."
She laughs, emits a subtle groan.
Indeed, the old farm horse and buggy
Are prepared for the couple's ride
Through spring fields in LAVENDER SPLENDOR
So they open the trailer door, step outside
Tenderly she reaches up, takes his hand
He gently pulls her onto the carriage
This lord and his loving queen know
True wealth is found in their marriage
*For Andrea's "Beautiful Words" challenge.
It is how we discovered our history and our primitive times
Also the evidence to a perpetrator of a crime
You can determine approximately 15% of the person's height
With the deep imprints, you can know the weight
Footprints have led to numerous myths and legends
It left proof that there was a beginning
They start stops, turnarounds, circles, departures, and returns.
Tribulations in life suppose to make us learn
Together Jesus and I walk as true friends
Because now I don’t live with those old sins
See the shoes I wear, made me struggle with life’s load.
So for a while I limped or stumbled along the road
Sometimes we run away when we have nothing to say
But we have help there is no need to run away
As I’m judged from all my wrongs and my rights
That is a part of life so there is no need to get uptight
You are never too old to take your parents advice
So I take heed to it and never think twice
I do not need drama, plight, or strife
I always walk carefully in my footprints to life
Grandpas Chair..
This is the place where I go to get away.
No kids to yell at, silence I hear, I can think strait.
Sometimes my grandsons comes and then wakes me up.
Grandma worry’s about me falling asleep in the heat.
So I have to hide my liquor bottles and such.
Everybody needs a place to rest.
That old dusty chair has been my best.
Sometimes I just need a place to hide.
My grandkids understand old grandpas chair.
His place of silence, his chair of pride.
Coming over the mountain top is a
truck with painted brew ski on each side
with a fella wearing a baseball
cap bringing good cheer and good
times to all who wish to particapate.
Meanwhile this fella has always got
an eagle eye out for old cars or trucks
he can restore. Almost like a woman
see their related they both have fine
curves just like a guitar.
After awhile the good cheer man anticipates
what waits in the next town or if
he'll be a star for one of the bars so let
us toast our beers and have some good old
cheers for the man that brings our beers
The vortex dropped as it crossed the lake
and lifted the water in its wake.
Stunned, we ran into the hall
and waited for the roof to fall.
How odd it was, we heard no sound,
as giant oaks crashed to the ground,
We heard no sound of breaking glass,
in merely seconds, it had passed.
In shock and awe, we crept outside,
and viewed the twister's homicide,
great trees were broken, snapped like sticks,
so much damage, done so quick.
The adjuster came and viewed the wreck,
and then he started writing checks.
He gave us more for our old car
than we had even bought it for.
He gave us money for junk in the yard,
that we had been ready to discard.
We fixed the roof, paid the yard guys,
and had money left over to our surprise.
We got a new car, the most beautiful 'Vette,
and managed to pay off some of our debt.
Our car note is less than the old one was,
this tragedy was a gift from above.
Both figuratively and literally, it was a windfall
and we can only stand enthralled,
So it's true all clouds have a silver lining,
and God's love is true, in darkness shining.
©Danielle White
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