I often ponder the miracles of this world;
How the sun doth rise to glory
Arcing over us, from east to west it races.
How the eagles soar
And how dedicated to each other.
The purring of a soft cat
As loving claws insert and green eyes plead.
The beauty of the bending tree
In gusts of wind so ferocious.
The way of a dog with its master,
His viciousness at any invaders.
And how they happen I cannot say,
But I praise God for these wonders.
The child, he glimpsed the oak so tall
Majestic, it towered over mankind.
Rain fell in his eyes,
Pure and sweet.
Briars and roses,
Pricked and pulled, inviting him in.
But he ran on with the wind in his face,
To the giant blanket of gold,
Of golden dandelions,
That shook and waved in whirls of refreshing wind.
I wrote this poem for school and Mommy said I should put it on the blog. So here it is.
When breakfast comes,
As you know;
A scurry of feet is sure to follow.
Laughing children
Will race about,
To gather food,
And plates, too!
Chattering, giggling,
So much fun!
Then their footsteps fade,
As the morning meal is done.