See the light and wake up gently
Walk into the garden and wait
Familiar faces come to greet you
To take you to the gate
It's bright and warm and welcoming
A burden has been lifted
Surrounded by wonder and beauty
you feel you have been gifted
No more worry, pain or sorrow
Dependency or sadness
This day blends into tomorrow
with joyfulness and gladness
Sorrow embraces those left behind
but lessens like the pain
to remember you with happy memories
and know you will be together again
Sharon Dando
Silhouettes in time - Julian Clarke
We’re custodians for a moment in time
bequeath what? For our future forefathers.
Cyclical phases of the moon and sun
fields and trees and valleys and seas
Nature's garden with beautiful flowers,
frenetic buzzing, pollinating bees.
Winds of the seasons and rains from above
earth's breath be pure and blessed with true love.
Julian Clarke
bequeath what? For our future forefathers.
Cyclical phases of the moon and sun
fields and trees and valleys and seas
Nature's garden with beautiful flowers,
frenetic buzzing, pollinating bees.
Winds of the seasons and rains from above
earth's breath be pure and blessed with true love.
Julian Clarke
JIM - Richard Fleming
He did not die a hero, Jim.
Afghan shrapnel did for him
what no deft surgeon can undo:
one ear, pristine, as good as new,
just one ear where there should be two;
a crater where his eye should be,
but one eye left so he can see
the mirrored image he must greet,
a grotesque creature, incomplete,
that children stare at in the street.
Richard Fleming
Man Became Mountain (Wainwright's Way) - Ian Duquemin
When man meets a mountain
His is nothing at all
The towering summit
The man ever small
Yet one man would rise
Like the mountain up high
Becoming a cairn
Where the earth meets the sky
His footsteps a path
On which others may roam
Surrounded in silence
That he made a home
Writing directions
And mapping his routes
A rugged ascent
For adventurous boots
On one final climb
A life's work was done
And a man became mountain
Forever as one
Ian Duquemin
His is nothing at all
The towering summit
The man ever small
Yet one man would rise
Like the mountain up high
Becoming a cairn
Where the earth meets the sky
His footsteps a path
On which others may roam
Surrounded in silence
That he made a home
Writing directions
And mapping his routes
A rugged ascent
For adventurous boots
On one final climb
A life's work was done
And a man became mountain
Forever as one
Ian Duquemin
The Rain Zone - Kathy Figueroa
In the Rain Zone
It can fall for hours
Sometimes just as sprinkles
Often as heavy showers
Water from above
Splashes and splatters
Drums on the roof at night
And, at the window, patters
When you hope that surely
The clouds have been wrung dry
Suddenly a deluge pours
From the mischievous sky
In the Rain Zone
It never seems to stop
Just when you think it’s ended
Down comes another drop…
Kathy Figueroa
"The Rain Zone" was published on April 14, 2016, in The Bancroft Times newspaper.
It can fall for hours
Sometimes just as sprinkles
Often as heavy showers
Water from above
Splashes and splatters
Drums on the roof at night
And, at the window, patters
When you hope that surely
The clouds have been wrung dry
Suddenly a deluge pours
From the mischievous sky
In the Rain Zone
It never seems to stop
Just when you think it’s ended
Down comes another drop…
Kathy Figueroa
"The Rain Zone" was published on April 14, 2016, in The Bancroft Times newspaper.
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