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| 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!
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