Y
’ALL Ó Spring 2002
Mood HarvestÓ
Poetry
Resa and Life's Garden
By: Jayne Dwyer
Like a single white rose you stood this day
In a garden of family and
friends
Your cheeks,glisten like petals after the rain
And with the
gentlest of breezes, you bend
Your chosen partner in life, stands tall to
your right
To be your shelter through life’s season changes
His branches
held high, shield the weathers hard chill
And all of life’s troubles and
dangers
The gardener, he comes, for one last lingering look,
At his
prized possession
With his job, all but done, he tends to his flower
With
continuing love and affection
He stands to go, tears form in his
eyes
He knows his rose and he will soon be departed
With one look at the
tree, he knows his rose will be safe
And that her blossoming ,has only just
started
I LOVE YOU LOVER
By: C.E. Spence
I searched here, and wandered there,
trying to find true
love.
I came back home, still alone,
But with faith in God
above.
There I found upon home ground,
What I'd been searching
for.
You lit the night with your love so bright.
I'm not searching
anymore.
Cause I love you lover,
Like no other.
Yes I love you
lover
You're my very life.
Would you be my wife?
The years flew by, now grandkids cry.
You gave your best to me.
I thank
you Dear for all the years
And hope my love you see,
That you've also been my best friend,
You
made me a better man.
And I hope you know that I love you so,
and I hope
you understand.
That I love you lover,
Like no other.
Yes, I love
you lover,
You're my very life.
I'm so glad you are my wife.
I'm so
glad you are my wife...................
Copyright 1995
DARCIE
By: C.E. Spence
There was an angel born
today
To a family that I love.
God smiled down and said all was
good,
And sent her from above.
She was sent to change their lives,
To
make them more complete.
To re-teach the meaning of pure love
From which
there's no retreat.
We like to think, that it is us,
Teaching the
babies how to live.
But in reality, we learn much more
From what we try to
give.
You'll learn to laugh out loud again
As you hold her to your
chest.
And watch in awe and wonderment
As she passes each daily
test.
Seeing her smile that first small grin
Will bring a smile to you.
And the day she crawls will bring a call
Y
’ALL Ó Spring 2002
To tell what she can do.
Some changes are subtle, some extreme,
And
they'll be happening every day.
And you won't know it, and won't care,
But
you'll be changing all your ways.
Your life will revolve around this
child
This beautiful baby girl.
You'll buy meals with a toy inside,
And
give all the playgrounds a whirl.
There'll be sleep-overs with her
friends,
And tea parties in the afternoon.
Trips to the beach, park, or
zoo,
And the teen years will come too soon.
You'll sit up and worry at
curfew time,
Just as your parents have done.
School activities, day and
night,
Will keep you on the run.
So love this gift that's been
entrusted to you,
Love her with all your heart.
Then take a breath, and
hold on tight,
West Texas Sand Storm
By: Connie Williams
What is this little Concho dust shit!
What is this
fine film of silt
all over my mahogany piano,
all over my harlequin dolls,
all over the oil paintings on the wall,
the cobwebs in the hall?
What is this pilfering imitation of the aftermath of a
West Texas Sand Storm . . . anyway!
I don't want to stand here dusting away this white power!
I want to stand not he rim of rock canyon,
Feel the wind tangling my hair to freedom!
I want to hear the coyote's howl floating down
the caprock breaks through the prairie grass!
I want to face the brown sky,
Feel the sting of sand upon my cheeks making mud with
tears only the West Texas Wind can bring to my eyes.
I want:
A black cloud to roll in here and turn the
day to dark, a rolling wind that turns my head
around on rutted country roads until I am driving
back where I came from and I don't know my West
Texas Ass from a prairiedog hole in the ground.
I want a wind that fills my ears with the sound of
old barns shattering and windows rattling.
A freight train thundering down the track:
CLICKITY CLACK!
CLICKITY CLACK!
NO LOOKING BACK !
NO LOOKING BACK !
I want a wild, wicked-wind to blow all night, Mariah
en la mesa, bellowing against a sunrise that slips
slyly into morning sliding its silver tongue into the
storms throat and sucks
its
breath . . .
away!