Relatives at the airport greeted me,
their arms stretched out with love.
Years disappeared beneath our feet.
Then like a magic carpet,
we were transported to a reunion.
On air we seemed to walk,
years vanished in moments of handshakes,
each face, that of a stranger, now family.
With each new, face recognition of an older past,
something to build on for years to come.
22 August 2001
Author’s Note:
This poem was written on my Aunt’s back porch on my first visit to Canada after 42 years.
DVH.
we forget that within each of themthere is a rich tapestry to explore.Our lives are but a minute momentin the whole of eternityand we should always look outfor new avenues of knowledge to explore.We may never pass this way again,so wouldn’t it be niceif one of those strangersbecame a friend for life.9 March 2009
A white Christmaswas going to happen this year.The three ghosts arrivedat Scrooges house that night,entering they found a note on the tablehe left especially for them.Sorry fellas for your wasted tripI have flown off to a warmer climate.I have gone where the sunwill shine all day longand I won’t be backuntil Christmas is long gone.You…
some we regret and leave uswondering if could have done morewhen they are done and gone.We remember the incident so vividly,thinking if I had done this instead of that,things might be different now,but even if we had changed our minds.The outcome may have been the sameno matter what we did.19 July 2007
When it came to dig them upHe couldn’t remember whereHe hid his treasure storeThe moral of this taleBe sure, there is one indeedIf you want to bury your treasuresAnd you ain’t that smartDraw a little map, that will help for a start
A satin sash and golden rings,life is a wonderful thing.The scarlet touch as sunset dies,behold the world is full of lies.The angel spreads its wings and flies,to everyone’s breathless sighs.The shadow of reason clouds our mind.Where are we in ageless time?Oh, behold my wonderful find,the reason for living given in this sign.Step back from this…
mowed down by the machinery of war.Their bodies torn and mangledfell on battlefields of a distant shore.Their blood stained the earthwhere they fell.Their leaders looked downfrom a lofty height,then ordered more into the fight..The loss of just one person,is such a crime.Therefore the loss of thousands,cut short in their prime.There is no words,to convey the…
