Some Poems.....

Growing Old

( read slowly...this is one of my favorites!)


The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer;

The headstones thicken along the way;

And life grows sadder, but love grwos stronger

For those who walk with us day by day.



The tear comes quicker, the laugh comes slower;

The courage is lesser to do and dare;

And the tide of joy in the heart falls lower,

And seldom covers the reefs of care.



But all true things in the world seem truer,

And the better things of earth seem best,

And friends are dearer as friends are fewer,

And love is all as our sun dips west. Then let us clasp hands as we walk together,

And let us speak softly in low, sweet tone,

For no man knows on the morrow wheather

We two pass on- or but one alone.



Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Tree's Lament

An Old Tree's Lament

It whispers through my greatest prize

That once used to look so fine

I used to be the one to rise

above those pathetic pines.

I still look down upon them

They smile up at me instead

Cause their lives are flourishing

While mine is almost dead.

I cannot comprehend

Why time is so cruel to me

I've seen everything from where I stand-

A little boy skin his knee...

A dieing solider wanting to feel Mama's hand

My once strong limbs

Have given shade to many a weary man

While the small ones hide up in me

Trying to see who can.

I have never left this spot

For many years not at all!

But here my trunk it starts to rot

As my leaves begin to fall.

I thought I was enormous

My roots were firm and strong

Smaller trees were nothing compared to my awesomeness

Everything about them was wrong!

My life is ending hastily...

Those other trees will scorn

When they see my empty self

Standing lonely and so worn...

CSL

Be The Best of What Ever You Are!

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,

Be a scrub in the valley-but be

The best little scrub by the sid eof the rill;

Be a bush if you can't be a tree.

If you can't be a bush by a bit of the grass,

And some highway happier make;

If you can't be a muskie then just be a bass-

But the liveliest bass in the lake!

We can't all be captians, we've got to be crew,

There's something for all of us here,

There's big ork to do, and there's lesser to do,

And the task you must do is near.

If you can't be a highway then just be a trail,

If you can' be the sun be a star;

It isn't by size that you win or you fail-

Be the best of whatever you are!

- Douglas Malloch

Little Flower...

Little Flower...

Little flower of the field

How long will beauty be?

Your perfect all about

Cannot we also see?

You dance there in the sunlight

You laugh gaily witt the breeze

Oh! Such a sight for eyes weary for to see

Leaves fall all about, wanting to consume

But still you can be found

By your sweet perfume

Little flower of the field

How long will it take for them to see?

Oh! How long will beauty be?

CSL

~A Wild Night~ by- CSL

I am standing on the edge

Into the blackness I peer

Wild winds twirl about. Wanting me to fear.

I take a step closer

Gripping tight the rail

My ears strain past the roar to hear a distant wail

Waves are crashing taller

Foundation begins to quake

My heart begins to pound...

So dreamlike, maybe i'm not quite awake

I need to turn back

Make it to the safty of home

But the wind haughtingly calls my name

Trying to sound so tame

Ha! A liar all the same

Salt air is so that i taste it on my tongue

Why can't I seem to part away...

Away from the edge , the blackness the crashing

And the wild wind that loves to play

All i know is i better leave before it is too late...

After all...this could be my fate.