Life's Golden Moments Live On!

Golden are the moments of life,

They encompass all who see.

The value hidden in friends and time,

memories only you can see.

Spoken of in days now golden,

to people who visit and sit.

Sharing life's golden moments,

will last through many years.

So gather round and listen,

When a loved one recounts their years.

For only in these memories

will they live later in your tears!

Snow Shadows...on a winters day!

Snow Shadows

The trees on the snow in white,

Cast their shadows late this night.

Long and grey with branches bent

Believing life will return again.

Spring is due in lives revolving time,

Followed by warmth and summertime;

Only to wait and watch in fall,

The color fade from branches tall.

Then the snow of winter... smiles,

As life dances beneath the moon,

When cold December shows its ways

And shadows fade by afternoon.

Words

Words

Words are such a sacred thing

To poets, priests, and sovereign kings

Of Romance born to man and wife

That later cause domestic strife

To children fall the pain and woe

As they listen to words in anger thrown

To cease the pain they run and hide

They cry with no one by their side

If loves sweet words are thrown so light

Allowed to fester in the night

The child will see through vacant eyes

A world that has proved love a lie

The Seasons that Mark time...

The seasons like life revolve around,

Marching forward with no glances back,

With no regrets, without a care,

Each marking the Solstice here and there.

Spring with all of its awakening glory

Sends breezes through winter chill,

Touching us and bring warmth,

Awakening the giants on the hill.

Summer comes in torrents of rain,

With warmth and sun to ease winter’s pain

Until fall returns in colors gold,

To tell the secrets that she’s been told.

Winter

Winter in its somber white suit

Has covered my world

Allowing sleep to come to Mother Earth

So Mother’s plants can slumber

Tucked under a blanket of snow

Taking a rest from yearly woes

Napping

Soon Mother Earth will awake

Roots to fill with new life

They will bring forth blooms and leaf

We will welcome spring with great relief

In fashion colors under sunny skies

The world below will soon arise

Awake

A Life that just passed me by..........

Quaker Basin Cemetery

Life Just Passed Me By

I felt the wind like the touch of Spring,

Gently passing in the glow of day.

I saw a scene so far from me,

Yet passing just a foot away.

I heard God as I walked the hill.

I stopped to listen and to pray,

And time just passed on by.

My heart smiled, enjoyed, and cared,

As my lungs filled with the sweet Spring air;

And the breeze against my face wasn’t even there,

As life just passed on by.

They laughed at me for I beamed with love,

For the grass that felt like silken glove,

It gave me pleasure and just a bit of love,

And time just passed me by.

I heard the call of the meadow’s lark,

I felt the tree and its rugged bark,

But time had passed me by.

For now I’m grown and now I’ve lost

The simple heart that would have bought,

With a fortune or a ransom lost,

But not even that could stop..

Time from passing me on by.

Thoughts of Fall and Winter's coming!

And so its Fall

FALL

The worries of the ending year,

With fall so close and cold so near,

Have brought a sigh to woodland folk,

Who scurry quickly and gather so,

That wintertime in white so stark,

And days that start and end in dark,

Are lit by wood fires fed with love,

Granted to earth from above!

Sun and rain grow the good,

That gives us our supply of wood.

Pumpkins, corn and squash are dried,

To carry us to warmer times.

So scurry my little squirrelly friends,

And chop dear neighbors the wood that sends,

Smoke rising to heaven high above,

To thank Mother Nature for her love!

The Moon's Shadow!

Moon’s Shadow

Stargazers watch the swirling sky,

As dots of light go rolling by.

The sky’s dark envelope closes overhead,

As we watch in wonder and delight;

For the moon, our very fickle friend,

Will dance a dance for us tonight.

Shimmering, glimmering, moving but still,

As we lie on our backs at the top of a hill,

Dancing and prancing across the velvet sky,

The star show for us goes gaily by.

Hours pass, the night is still,

As we sit on our perch above the hill.

So beautiful and so hard to believe

That it's with a mere shadow you deceive.

Then slowly you pull the mask from your face,

And again bathe the earth with your silvery grace.

A Stone fireplace...at site of a CCC Camp!

CCC camp at McDonough

It is silent there now,

No sound, no sound.

I heard a faint call of a bird…

It seemed so far away.

Where men once worked,

And learned a trade,

And helped to make a way!

The forest stands as a monument,

To the men who planted trees;

They were a force of hope and growth,

Those men of the CCC!

Walking by the Glimmerglass shore.....

Summer thoughts on a Summers day in Cooperstown

Summer's warm breezes filled the air,

As I wondered near the waters edge;

The sky in muted summer colors,

Called my name so I stopped to stare.

An ancient sound seemed to echo forth,

From generations who lived before;

Of marching men who took to boats

Docked and waiting by this shore.

To hear the birds as they float in air,

And watch the sun set on its way;

I think of my place set in time,

And wonder if here I should stay.

But life is but a fickle friend,

Who we cannot trust to tell us more;

We must cross the water in the end,

To make it to the other shore.