Poems
"Poetry is the Language of Life fancied up a bit."
Loretta Pritchard
Letting Go
Morning Has Begun
Wonderful, wonderful, ray of sun,
Shining on the dew;
Drops of gold gleam down as one,
Making all anew.
Shining through the dark array,
Taking all my cares away;
Wonderful, wonderful, 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 seems far away
from where you want to be;
Longing, still, a space to fill,
Can it ever be?
Tell me, little dolly,
All your secret dreams;
Precious little dolly,
One day it will be!
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 to see you through,
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 taking the road less traveled,
The road unpaved – rough with gravel;
Just getting through counts.
Yes, my friend,
Just getting through counts.