On Isabel's Children leaving for Abroad

Whispering winds what do you tell
Where are the children gone?
To lands across the seas they go
far, far away and left us all alone.

We wish them great adventures
and many tales to tell
we wish them kindness on their way
and safety where they dwell.

Someday we hope they will return
to stay a while again
we'll be the roots they sprang from
the rest from wind and rain
when all their dragons have been slain
we'll wait for them no more in vain.



Isabel, they will be back again soon though not unchanged.
You may like 'The Nest is Empty ' Sept.2008 in my archive.

The Pilgrim

I walk the earth with gentle tread
my feet explore my dreaming
on paths of animals they roam
forever seeking a way home
to myriads of stars ascending
down to the deep of sea go wending
forever knowing, somewhere going
flowers from my full heart sowing
with meadowsweet and children growing
all seeing, joy and sorrow blending
seeking a start that's never ending.

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Counting my Blessings

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Today's Flowers and SkyWatch.

Tonight I feel a little down
so just to lessen my gathering frown
I started thinking of things I treasure
that bring me hope and joy and pleasure.

I do like bacon

and I do like eggs
I like great horses
with four stout legs

Sun on a pond
and stars in the sky
a flock of parrots
passing by

A little daisy
in the grass
and shadows
in a looking glass

Tiny tots twittering
as they play
and teenagers
frittering time away

An old man
sitting on a bench
tar newly laid
the steam and the stench

The tide roaring in
with foaming fetlocks
a streamlet gurgling
over gleaming wet rocks

Cows chewing cud
in paddocks of green
and drifting sand
where no footstep has been

Glorious sunsets
and grey winter morns
shooting stars
and bright crisp dawns.



Thre is a lot more where that came from, if any
one is interested, I may post more.