Solitude
Solitude,
Oh, may I ever
Rue
The day I choose
To leave
You
But don’t worry
In my own time
I will decide
To rejoin
My own kind
In their world
Above
That land of man’s
Lights & sounds
But for now
I’ll be here
With only You
On this quieter ground
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Stumps of Glory
Stumps of Glory
On display
All of what you might say
Oh, what stories
& of history
You must have seen
Rising still proud
Among the leafy crowd
You stand out
Your voice still
Clear & loud
Of longevity,
Paternity
Firmly still there
Younger ones
May stare
But will not dare
To root you out
Your core essences
Still deep in a
Blackened soil
So, take pride
In this your life
I may pass & stare
As your beauty
Fills the blue airs
Above my head
To watch you
Once again declare
The eternal, ancient
Triumphs of
All Nature’s Glories!
I got a chance to get on our river's greenway this morning. Hope you enjoy the photos & poem. Have a blessed day & Praise God!
Cars are Creeping
Cars are creeping
& no one is leaping
On those icy streets
Parking lots are dotted
As with deicing salt they are besotted
& stores are hoping
their customers to keep
In my part of the world
Unused we are to this much ice
So even as much as they try
Still we must moan & cry
We need more Salt!
So every thing comes to a halt
As we slip & slide
Inexperienced with
this much Snow & Ice
Wave as we go coasting thru
(my car with a mind of its own
Is now imbued)
Unable to halt at all
At each or any little red stop sign!
Where I live we are not used to ice and snow hardly at all so almost everything comes to a halt with only a small amount of snow. This time, however, we got a large amount of ice (just glad the electrics did not go out).Hope everyone is having a good day and Praise God for His love, mercy & joy!
Dead Wood
You see them lying
On creek beds
Where by watery vistas
They have been led Or resting on river sides
Carried by the ferocity
Of the moving currents’ tides
These pieces of dead wood
Would anyone have thought
They could or better yet should
End up in such a useless heap
Their limbs jangling,
Lamenting in such a lonely keepBut Oh, dear friend
This is not their end
For these shed no tears
Have no fear
Christ's smallest finger
Can transcend
Hell's darkest pit
In such a place He will not
Allow anyone to linger
Have faith
If you will just believe
and God's tranquil waters
You will be allowed to see!
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Graceful Ladies
(a slight whimsy)
Graceful ladies
All in a row
Is it just for glee
You choose to show
Your whitest underbellies
Shedding dark bark
You simper & glow
From top to toe
As you continue to
Strut in your underclothes!
My Mama would be shocked
Papa enraged
If I dared to engage
In such behavior
I cannot do the same
As you
Nor dare I choose
Such brave frivolity!
The large old sycamore trees along our river greenway are even more lovely in winter when, without leaves, you can see their white bark even better. Have a blessed day & Praise God!