Wind is whipping autumn into submitting
to its will. Has clouds scuttling
long held plans and trees bowing
too low to be safe. Leaves
that are brittle from weeks without rain
and thin as onionskin
from being pounded
by the deluge that followed,
fall as if driven like cattle
to the slaughter. At first,
they fell by ones. Had the leisure
of drifting and reaching out
to touch and try to turn
bad luck to philosophy
complete with clowning while being
herded. But now, but now,
the air is dark
with bodies exploded from limbs
and twigs. And yet always
a smattering holds on.
A fire-topped oak here,
a bronze-cloaked maple there,
a belated fireworks display of unknown
origin that is such a brilliant orange,
one peers from under lowered lids
as if it were an eclipse.
Bless those who go against the tide,
no matter what.
Hold on by your teeth
for your Moment.
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
A Very Special Snowman
A Very Special Snowman
There once was a little snowman
who stood out by the pond
He watched as all the children
skated having lots of fun
He wished he could be just like them
skating across the ice
But all he could do is stand there
watching from day to night
He didn't know how special he was
because all that he could see
Is a lonely little snowman
wanting to be like others so desperately
He couldn't see why everyone loved him
just the way he was
And he didn't realize that he was made
and created out of love
All he could see is a snowman
who stood out by the pond
Wishing he was like the others
who skated having lots of fun
Then one night
He closed his little eyes of coal
and made a heartfelt plea
He asked to be like the children
who skated so merrily
All of a sudden he felt a jolt
and a warmth it filled him through
He could move his arms and move his legs
just like me and you
He saw that skates were on his feet
and so he stepped onto the ice
He fell down hard with a great big thud,
got up and fell down twice
He practiced in the night time
when the children were asleep
The more he tried, the better he got
and could skate, and jump, and leap
Then one day
The time had come when he would go
and step onto the ice
He started to skate amongst the crowd
thinking things would be alright
But no one even noticed him
he looked like all the rest
Just another skater
even though he tried his best
He heard the children talking,
asking where their snowman went
They missed him standing by the pond
made with care, their time they spent
As a snowman he was special
made with love by children's hands
He was their special man of snow
by the pond to watch and stand
He missed their heart felt greetings
he would get each and every day
By the children who so loved him
when they came to the pond to play
He learned an important lesson
on that cold and winters night
It's not what you do or look like
it's in your heart you find the light
So once again he closed his eyes
and spoke from within his heart
He prayed to be that man again
made of snow and coal in part
He prayed to be a snowman
the way he was meant to be
Just as the children created him
to be their friend that gave them glee
To his surprise his prayers were heard
and a snowman he became
Who happily stood out by the pond
through the snow and ice and rain
And each day as the children came
to skate and have their fun
They always greeted their man of snow
created from love, this special one
He stood there proud with a great big grin
because he finally knew his worth
You are special and beautiful the way you are
form the first day of your birth
Copyright
December 2002 Island Princess....All Rights Reserved
Written with love
and from my heart to hopefully bless the hearts of the children
Sunday, November 12, 2006
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