Young Pilgrims on the shore.......

As children on the shore..

Oh! To be like children,

As they stand as Pilgrims

On the shore,

Waiting at the start of life.

The wind and warm breeze touch their cheeks,

They are unaware that the sands of time

Have started down the hourglass,

In the measurement of their days.

Unaware of the past and its history,

Encircled by lofty ideals,

Filled with dreams “a-plenty”,

Their time has come,

Yet they are unaware.

To you I wish life in its fullest;

To you I wish understanding

Of life’s uncertain ways.

And yet there is life everlasting,

Viewed in the shifting sands,

That will greet the generations in their day.

Silence prevails in the lonely north,

Where only wind whispers its thoughts to man;

Dreams of summer,

Dreams at night,

As the earth sleeps until awakened in the spring.

Rest and comfort by the fire,

Man lives away from winter cares.

While beasts outside

shiver and wait,

For the warmth and comfort of springtime air.

The solitude may be quite needed,

Rest for earth, this I know.

Yet deep within my soul,

Summer's warmth is what I long for,

Not winter's cold forbidding snow!