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Tina Anderson Poem
The Tree-
My bark is worn from time and life
My steady branches have withstood much strife
The life blood that raged in my youth
Its edges raw and at times uncouth
Time has polished and as steel has hardened
As I have stood watch faithfully in my garden
My saplings I have sheltered and nourished
Their tiny sprouts have grown and flourished
My work here is almost done and
I was content to stand silent in the sun
However, one day as I stood alone
Came a carpenter with hands gentle and strong
He looked past my peeling ragged bark and
Found my barely beating heart.
He has caused me to dream of my youth again
Of beauty, peace and the passion of men
I am his project to mold and to make
A challenge only he is equipped to take
I stand here now curious to see
What this craftsman can make of me.
Copyright © Tina Anderson | Year Posted 2015
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New life to dead he brings
The long silenced choruses his hands make sins
Scraps of wood, bits and pieces, fragments he molds
Restoring the soul of this battered wood that he holds
He believes in the dirt, the wood and the water
His care softens what life has pressed harder
His heart and spirit are still and guarded,
By the cold distant world cruelly bombarded
Pain he’s lived, strife he yearns to avoid
His peace and serenity often destroyed
His eyes have grown sadly tired and distant
The claws of his demons sharp and insistent
I wish he could see with his eyes as I do with mine
A man strong and noble and fine
A man deserving of love and care
A man confident, unique and rare.
So much like the wood he loves and fashions
He ignites my desires and fuels my passions
If I could only make him know, believe
This woman was born to meet his needs
Feed his soul, his heart, his mind
His resting place in me to find.
Serenity a touch away
It waits for him yesterday and today…..
Copyright © Tina Anderson | Year Posted 2015
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The ice on my window sill
The frigid air that blows
Seems as summer heat to my soul
I smile, I work, I tend my flock
But yearn for his arms in which to rock
To walk on the beach and bask in the sun
Oh how much longer this race I must run???
I need to smell the salt air and feel the warm sand
To awaken beneath the feel of his hand
I yearn to roll in the waves
Tossed on his passion, I crave
Yet I sit here and ponder my fate,
My work to do, my time to wait
I steal a moment now and then
And imagine his lips warm on my skin
These tiny moments, these day dreams I take
My life’s blood until myself I no longer forsake
His caress, his warmth someday will be mine
Hand in hand we will walk in sunshine!!!!
Copyright © Tina Anderson | Year Posted 2015
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