Tonight I bow my head and pray,
To thank the lord for this passed day,
And to ask him if he'd let me borrow
Another day, and another tomorrow.
I go to sleep now, with no fear
For all is in his hands from here...
Blessed father, happy husband, proud Hoosier and unrepentant American. All poetry on this blog is my own unless otherwise noted. NOTE: My poetry may NOT be used by other individuals, corporations, or for AI purposes without express written permission.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Friday, January 6, 2017
Snow
Do you see the beauty that the snow holds?
Note how it gracefully floats from the sky
And covers all of the earth in a cold
Blanket of the purest sparkling white.
Mark the shrieks and shouts of unbridled glee
From the hearts of excited children
Who looked out their bedroom windows to see
Their dreams come true in the mounds that glisten
Gold in the bright morning sun. With such joy
I used to greet the snow when I was young!
How happier I was as a small boy!
I envy the joy I see in my son,
What he feels and I have long past felt,
Not knowing that it is destined to melt.
Note how it gracefully floats from the sky
And covers all of the earth in a cold
Blanket of the purest sparkling white.
Mark the shrieks and shouts of unbridled glee
From the hearts of excited children
Who looked out their bedroom windows to see
Their dreams come true in the mounds that glisten
Gold in the bright morning sun. With such joy
I used to greet the snow when I was young!
How happier I was as a small boy!
I envy the joy I see in my son,
What he feels and I have long past felt,
Not knowing that it is destined to melt.
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