Poems
"Poetry is the Language of Life fancied up a bit."
Loretta Pritchard
Morning Has Begun
Wonderful, glorious, ray of sun,
Dancing on the dew;
Drops of gold beam down as one,
Making all anew.
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Shining down in early day,
Taking all my cares away;
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Casting warmth from sky to ground,
Gleaming boldly without sound;
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Wonderful, beautiful, ray of sun,
Morning has begun!
Tell Me, Little Dolly
Tell me, little dolly,
All your secret dreams;
Tell me, little dolly,
Just how hard it seems.
Everyday is far away
From where you want to be;
Longing, still, a space to fill,
Can it ever be?
Tell me, little dolly,
Whisper your dreams to me;
Precious little dolly,
One day it will be!
Letting Go
Oh, how I hate to see October go,
For no more leaves will be aglow;
Hanging on trees with hues so bright,
Red and gold - dancing in sunlight.
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But, wait! November is here!
And that brings something else to cheer!
Falling leaves drift down like rain;
One by one they stake their claim.
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Covering the ground like colored snow,
Rustling in the wind,
And letting go.
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Letting go of fear, letting go of pain;
Letting go of doubts
That capture them in vain.
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And soon I'm reminded
That, though, Autumn ends,
In another year
It will come again!
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And, just like before,
Each day I'll see,
The beauty of painted leaves
Letting go - like me.
Just Getting Through Counts
I Wonder
I wonder how the stars so bright
Hang way up in the sky;
Do they have strings, or silver beams,
To hold them high?
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I wonder how the stars so bright
Hang way up in the sky;
Their twinkle gleams so peacefully
With heavenly light.
They dangle there without a care
All through the night;
They never doubt, they never fear,
Or lose their sight;
I wonder how the stars so bright
Hang way up in the sky;
Their twinkle gleams so peacefully
With heavenly light.
When all of life’s storms
Are tossing you about,
Testing your faith – leaving you in doubt,
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Just getting through counts.
When loved ones let you down,
As loved ones sometimes do,
And friends are not around
To help you see the truth,
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Just getting through counts.
So what if you make mistakes,
Or maybe even break down;
So what if your anger
Turns your smile into a frown;
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Just getting through counts.
You may not pass with flying colors,
You may not earn a crown;
A gold medal may not be yours,
The ribbon you win might be brown;
But, this I’ve learned
From taking the path not traveled,
The road unpaved – rough with gravel;
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Just getting through counts.
Yes, my friend,
Just getting through counts.