A
Winters Walk.
Memories
come back to me
With the
passing of the time,
Walking now
this winters day,
I hear the
churchbells chime.
The winters
sun shines down on me,
'Though the
air is still and cool,
Peeking out
behind the clouds..
Like some
ostentatious jewel.
Soon the
spring is on us,
My thoughts
I cant convey -
But it's
time for new beginnings,
It is time
to seize the day.
And as I
walk, my memories,
Accompany
my soul,
Of when I
passed this way before
On many a
summers' stroll.
Of once,
when I felt happy...
To view the
summers rose,
the tended
lawns so stunning
And the garden
where it grows..
The gentle
winds are blowing,
On a quiet
winters morn,
All that's
left of the summer rose..
Is a fast
decaying thorn.
And now it
has departed,
No more to
give a thrill,
Killed off
by winters climate
And an ever
growing chill.
Life is like
a winters walk,
A fact I
cant deny -
The beauty
of the summer, gone-
In the twinkling
of an eye.
Copyright
©2008 Sally Y Hemingway
http://www.britsal.com/wonderfulthings/
Sally currently sends out beautiful
emails full of interesting thoughts, links,
photographs, articles and lovely animated
tags, among many other items she
comes across to introduce to her editions.
Her membership grew rapidly, and I
believe her mailing list is now full,
however, some editions of her "Wonderful Things"
newsletter can be found on her website,
the link for which is above.
A road winds through the valley,
Between hills of purple haze,
My heart is filled with yearning,
As I remember far off days.
Memories drift to greet me
As I travel the winding road,
Voices calling me from the past,
With tales of those times of old.
In Wales, the land of my birth,
I hear voices raised in song,
Bringing echoes down the ages
From the place where I belong.
A road winds through the valley,
It shines 'neath the soft moonlight.
The glow of the scene brings longing
To be home once more tonight.
© Marian Jones 9/03
(thank you so much Marian)
Click here to visit Marian's beautiful site.
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Stunned
by her beauteous golden vein
Her
open brazen face
I
gaze across her great expanse
The
wonders of His grace
This
country steeped in desert heat
Where
folk of every race may share
Her
fragrant gums of ghostly hue
To
shelter every blossom rare
As
earth meets earth, great chasms leap
From
mountain peak to driest creek
And
parrots screech to call us home
As
heart to heart we long to meet
To
rest at night and gaze the skies
Where
haze yet blinds to stars ablaze
Of
God’s own hand that flung His light
The
southern cross His sign to raise
Thus
bold, her dawn-rich colour leaps
From
‘neath her dust we cry to clear
In
prayer for rain to break her drought
To
soak the earth and life appear
Through
waves of wheat my heart will fly
With
wild abandon it will come
The
harvest ripe of blessing yet
Where
God would have His praises rung.
For
long I pray my country’s soul
Shall
rise up from her sandy skirts
To
lift their hearts in desperate need
For
God to quench the raging thirst
Hold
back this fearsome greedy gale
Where
sounds the pound of hammering nail
As
ocean tides draw wider yet
For
God’s true Word to never fail.
Soft Aussie Whispers from
Derry’s Heart Poems © 2006
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
~ Another beautiful poem from Marian ~
The Power of Thought
Send out
caring thoughts,
On gentle,
healing wings:
To reach
around the world,
For thoughts
are living things.
Send thoughts
to those in sorrow;
Those in
sickness and despair;
Like the
ripples in a pond,
Thoughts
spread everywhere.
Send thoughts
of love and healing,
To each far
distant shore,
And pray
for all the nations
To be at
peace once more.
From loving
thoughts you send
Many miracles
are wrought,
So never
underestimate
The power
of your thought.
© Marian Jones – August 2004
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* SUMMER
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The window of summer opens
The sun comes peeping in,
It works its magic on the
land,
A new season to begin.
Beside a babbling brook
And a field of meadowsweet,
The gentle song of summer
Plays its rhythmic beat.
When the door of summer opens
All around are green clad
trees,
While the perfume of the flowers
Is borne on a cooling breeze.
It is the season of delight,
The scent of new mown hay,
The glory of golden sunset
At the end of a perfect day.
© Marian Jones
Click here to visit Marian's site.
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"The Power of Thought" Image done in Paint Shop Pro by Anne
"Summer" - Colouring by Anne on Dover b&w sampler.
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