Monday, February 21, 2011
The Trail
Down the trail and to the lake
Where time is standing still.
The breeze is gliding through the trees
And give a soothing chill.
And out under the pleasant shade
A tiny ledge awaits
To soothe the feet of tired ones
And make their pain abate.
But travel on, O weary soul
The trail is not yet done.
For up and right there is a tree
To watch the setting sun.
And by this tree there is a bench
Where you can rest your feet;
Where marks like "Steve and Anne Forever"
Are carved upon the seat.
So rest right here, you sleepy one
And think not of your plight.
For in the morning you shall rise
With sun's most brilliant light.
The mountain in its majesty
Stands out against the sky.
The colors of the clouds do change
As singing birds fly by.
The trail continues on and on,
How far, no one can say.
But just keep going and you'll find
Peace along the way.
I know not where my bones will rest
I know not where my bones will rest
Nor where my ashes lie
Nor do I know what day ‘twill be
When I am set to die
But O! Those things, they matter not
To dwell on them is base.
Instead I choose to think of things
Good for the human race.
For if it is on love I dwell
And expel all of hate
O! How much more joy life will bring
And sweeter be my fate.
And if my laughter sings out loud
More frequently and strong
The life I live will be more blessed
Each day I laugh along.
If songs resound from out my lips
Not sad and morbid things,
I know I’ll hear a sweeter song-
The song that all life sings.
So when I sing and laugh and play
And dwell not on my fears
The joys of life will overflow
All through my blessed years.
((found this one while foraging around my documents folder on my laptop. Think I wrote it back in July.))
Old poem
I found this little thing while browsing one of my blog's archives. Enjoy!
The light fades
The temperature drops
Save me before
My heart stops.
I see the end
It is too near
Death is so close
But I've no fear