Details |
Deanna Lackner Poem
There once was a girl who lived all alone, She walked in bare feet on gravel and stone.
No one knew who she was no one knew her name, she watched in the shadows as people called her insane.
Both of her parents had gone up to the skies, Where the moon and the stars stood bravely up high.
Oh how she wished she could see them once more, Then maybe her heart would not be so sore.
One day she said that day will come, When the moon and the stars all become one.
She started to slowly drift off to sleep, Trying verry hard not to weep.
But before she could even start to dream, she heard what sounded like a scream.
She quickly ran to her back yard, and say a great star that wasnt that far.
She quickly ran up to the light, it's five big points shining bright.
She found out that it was a fallen star, a fallen star that had traveled far.
She knew that this star was sent from up above, a gift from her parents sent with love.
She knew what this star meant, she knew why this star was sent.
Her parents missed her and want her to come home, This is great, she will no longer have to be alone.
All she had to do was wish on this star, The star that would make her go far.
She closed her eyes and made her dreams come true, This is hopefully what this star will do.
With a flash of light and a clashing sound, the little girl was no where to be found.
From that day on if you look up in the sky, ignore the lights and planes that pass by.
You'll see three stars stuck togather, you will see them in all different types of weather.
The stars you are seeing are the best, The king, the queen, and the star princess.
Who is this girl look at me, take a guess, look hard and you'll see I am the star princess.
Copyright © Deanna Lackner | Year Posted 2005
|
Details |
Deanna Lackner Poem
I once had a friend who I could trust,
Who would never leave me in the dust.
I once had a friend who I thought I knew,
But now I see those days are through.
Copyright © Deanna Lackner | Year Posted 2005
|
Details |
Deanna Lackner Poem
Waiting for a Rescuer,
to come and Rescue me,
Waithing in the highest tower to come and set me free.
Riding on a white horse sword raised and all,
My Rescuer who comes to me when ever I call.
But he got caught up and had other things to do,
I guess my Rescuer has moved on to somthing new.
No one comes when I call no one hears me when I yell,
and now my cozy high tower is turning into a jail.
Someday I'll see my Rescuer and he will come to me,
He'll save me from the highest tower,
He'll come a Rescue me.
Copyright © Deanna Lackner | Year Posted 2005
|