Poems, Personal Stories, and Observations

Archive for July, 2020

Ah, The Shade

Ah, the shade, on sultry day,
And wisp of wind against your skin.

Thank you, magnolia.
Thank you, styraciflua,
For braving winter wind and cold
‘Til summer — leafy arms unfold.

And water from faucet,
With ice cubes, too,
Or lemonade, or brown iced tea,
Down the throat, deliciously.

Without the heat, ‘twould be no pleasure,
Without the heat, we could not measure,
Blessed relief, after the heat.

What Are Memories For?

What are memories for?
To haunt, to taunt, and still harass?
To calm, to heal, forgive at last?
What are memories for? 

Connecting us to times long past,
Is memory true, or false, we ask?
To weave a story, to give God glory,
To dream a dream, or nightmare gory? 

What are memories for?
To be a human, safe from danger,
Or so afraid — beware that stranger!
What are memories for? 

Without memory, we cannot learn —
Life’s long lessons grow strong and stern,
And yet, through hardship, we are stronger,
In trials and tempests, fear we conquer.

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