Grass Pathway (Photo credit: shaire productions)
The pathways of our lives
curve along each mile,
finding bumps and detours
we continue changing speeds
we know a destination
that meanders here and there,
for we press on
until there comes that time when we blurt out,
“We are finally there!”
Only to find that drive is within us
to carry us farther and farther,
even after our footsteps end,
that legacy is left for our children
and the winding pathway continues,
forever, in lives we touched,
its winding pathway never ends.
The Old House (Photo credit: spratmackrel)
Atop the hill sits the old empty house,
Weathered by time, the deep silence
is broken by the brushing barren branches
that reach out to the abandoned home.
I close my eyes and imagine life within,
when children were once lived and played.
The hard life of the family in sorrow and joy,
stood as one beneath the roof above.
Strength left with them, its legacy to carry
packed with each memory, never to leave.
The empty house’s foundation stands like a rock.
English: Sunset at Porto Covo, west coast of Portugal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
God opens his gallery,
Showing warm hues of red, orange, and yellow
that float above the horizon at dusk,
It calls me out to drive to wherever
its majestic and beauty shine from,
Each mile after mile,
I revel in this moment to behold
true beauty that lights my soul.
then autumn’s sunset turns into night.
broom (Photo credit: Schnittke)
One tattered broom still remains
that I shall always hold in my hands.
Coming from the old tattered factory
where hard-working men and women.
Labored with pride with the sweat of their brow
In an instant forever forgotten in firy flames.
Only the tattered shell of the building
remains in my mind to always remember and see
That this broom holds a key to great people
Always embedded in my life always to stay,
For with my broom, memories can never be
swept away. They are angel dusted mementos.
The heinous, horrid shell of hideous horror
calls on families abroad from sea to sea
to seize the captor and let our children free.
Who are these who take away the joy
of children so dear? To live a life carefree
Guardian angels walk with each child, we pray,
Do not let the captors walk innocently away.
We unite and hold our children in a world as one.
Spare us our children, who are truly loved
Forever in our hearts, we hold their hands.
Rid the world of abductors and killers,
Who wants our children living in fear?
Be with Jessica’s family and friends
Let there be peace for little angels, again.