Can you hear the planet
Rotating perilously through
Yet another hour?
Can you hear the universe
Expanding out in all
Directions, billions of years
Counting just as sure as the
Beating of your own heart
This is your own life
Do not waste it
Tag: Poem
Gone But Not Forgotten
We had her for a while but
Other places wanted her.
Her quality of care and
Compassion blessed us and
Will never be forgotten,
Not to mention her wonderful
Personality.
Dreamers
The moon poised in the sky
A velvet black blanket
Stars twinkle like gems
Unattainable except to
Dreamers who dare
Peel back the black
Blanket to see what is
On the other side
More Than a Pet
When we went to the
Kennel he was barely more
Than a handful of wiggly
Fur with bright eyes.
Rottweilers start out small
And grow up to be a bundle
Of formidable muscular
Handsomeness that cause
People to steer clear of him
Because of his glaring look.
Ami, our Rottie, was brought up
In the right way in the kennel.
He had a wonderful personality,
Loyal, loved us, a superb
Protective instinct with the
Children. He was a family member
To us. We had him for nine
wonderful years.
Move On
Time has wings and
The sound of their
Flapping grows nearer
As the past memories
Are pushed into the
The past to make way
For a new promise of
Fulfillment and happiness
What I Found
One day I was walking
Down a country road
And happened upon
A deserted ramshackle
House that looked like it
Had not been lived in
For a long time
My curiosity got the
Better of me and I
Waded through the
Weeds to the front door
And entered the house
I went to a room I guessed
Was a bedroom and opened
A drawer of a chest
In it was a paper that had
Written on it: Be kind
Helicopters
Throughout the day
Helicopters fly
Overhead
Some sound like
They are flying
Low
They beat the air
And are gone
Where are they
From and where
Are they going?
It is a mystery.
Museum Tour
Consider your life and
Everything you have done
On exhibit in your personal
Museum
What will you see?
Will you be proud of what is
On exhibit or a little embarrassed?
We all slip up. It is your life and it
Is unique. You have touched people
In ways you did not realize and
Others touched you in wonderful
Ways. That is what it is all about.
Currents
As soon as we are hatched out
Of our eggs and leave the nest
We get our wings and learn
How to fly
First we take short trips that
Scare us and tire us
But our curiosity and desire
To see what is out there
Urges us to soar to the heights
And look down at the world
We live in
Fairies
One morning a little boy
Was playing in his front
Yard and decided to wander
Around through his mother’s
Rose bushes
A little person with wings
Flew in front of him and
Was joined by a few other
Of the tiny fairies
They did not seem to be
Afraid of him and he was not
Afraid of them watching them
Gracefully fly among the roses
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