Birds are my most favorite living things. Think of what you enjoy most and why. Then write it down before you forget. It might be your best poem yet.
Without the melody and song
Of the birds that fly
Our days would be quiet, dull,
Lifeless and long
With nothing to cheer us
Or to bring hope
Of a better day.
And how bare the sky.
Who would greet the morning—
Who would sing all day—
If their music was stilled
And our feathery friends no longer
Flitted across our pathway.
"When the SOUL is neglected, it doesn't just go away, it appears systematically in obsessions, addictions, violence and loss of Meaning." -Thomas Moore-
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
My Father's Hands
It's Father's day this weekend. Show your dad how special he is. Remember-if it wasn't for him you wouldn't be who you are today. If you are a dad have a 'Happy Father's Day'. You deserve it.
My father has hands of friendship
His words are honest and kind.
He makes me laugh when he tells jokes
His teasing I don’t mind.
My father has hands of gentleness
He makes the best lemonade.
And no matter what the time of day
He'll hold me if I am afraid.
My father has hands of efficiency
Just like an eagles wing.
He can fix my bike or mend my heart
He can fix most anything.
My father has hands of friendship
His words are honest and kind.
He makes me laugh when he tells jokes
His teasing I don’t mind.
My father has hands of gentleness
He makes the best lemonade.
And no matter what the time of day
He'll hold me if I am afraid.
My father has hands of efficiency
Just like an eagles wing.
He can fix my bike or mend my heart
He can fix most anything.
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