AROUND THE HEARTH
I reminisce the days of old when nature spoke things, crisp and cold. . . And frost meant magic to the lake, whose ice was thick and bold.
It's nice around the hearth.
When oft' the sound of sleigh bells rang, the barnyard smithy's hammer clang, And sounds of winter's music sang. . .
Around the fire's hearth
I reach back through the mist-like fog, to romp again, that childhood bog, And touch the fur, of my. . ."yeller dog". . .
Still, 'tis nice around the hearth.
Time melts into a seasoned moon, and shares the haunting of a loon, and life goes home. . .all to soon.
Oh yes. . .
'Twas nice, around the hearth. (c) Priscilla Wyatt |
CHANGED
It happened, yes, it happened
There was nothing we could do,
But hold you in our heart
While smoke encompassed you
The horror of those moments
As bits fell endlessly,
Repeated in our heart of hearts,
While watching, helplessly.
And through the dust, the screams, the fright,
No color did remain
Only black of smoke and morning light,
And NOTHING was the same. . .
Except a strong uniting of
Both people and their prayers,
Along with stars and stripes,
Old Glory waves through tears.
Not only yours but also mine,
United in our quest,
Along with God and man
We'll each one, do our best!
We'll bury friends & loved ones,
And with you, we will mourn.
We will never give up working,
Until terrorism's thorn. . .
Is rooted out , gone for good,
Together we will stand -
We can pick up the pieces
As we pray across this land.
Priscilla Rose Wyatt
RETROSPECT
Stalks of fresh cut hay reach forth,
to greet a quiet dawn.
Long, hot days of summer
soon will be gone.
Then I, at peace, content within,
'tis then I realize -
Another year of beauty
has passed before my eyes.
By Priscilla Rose-Wyatt
MOTHER
t's the smile within her laughter
that we all have known so well,
A crystal chime at dawning,
a softly ringing bell.
It's the stain upon her cheek
when no one else has seen the tear,
We seem to take for granted
for her love is always near.
Silver crowns her beauty
by the color of her hair,
And blends her gentle features
in a smile beyond compare.
Always ready when we need her
with a helping hand to lend...
This is MOTHER......precious darling,
her love that knows no end.
(c) Priscilla Rose Wyatt