Poems
"Poetry is the Language of Life fancied up a bit."
Loretta Pritchard
Morning Has Begun
Wonderful, beautiful, ray of sun,
Dancing on the dew;
Drops of gold beam down as one,
Making all anew.
Shining down in early day,
Taking all my cares away;
Casting warmth from sky to ground,
Gleaming boldly without sound;
Wonderful, glorious, 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.
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.
Covering the ground like colored snow,
Rustling in the wind,
And letting go.
Letting go of fear, letting go of pain;
Letting go of doubts
That capture them in vain.
And soon I'm reminded
That, though, Autumn ends,
In another year
It will come again!
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?
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,
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,
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;
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 all the uphill battles,
The paths unblazed – rough with gravel;
Just getting through counts.
Yes, my friend,
Just getting through counts.