Some poems I wrote a couple years ago…
#1. Sing like the wind
Sing, loud and strong
Be like the wind that blows with a throng
Sing, soft and low
Be like the wind that sweeps the grasses so
Sing, sing like thunder
Be like the rain that beats with a blunder
Sing, sing with a twist
Be like the horses who ride through the mist
Sing, sing like the wind

I wrote this next poem the minute I heard my cousin had lost some dearly beloved friends in a car accident. (They were goats I must admit but she loved them so much and they were without a doubt, her best friends.)
I was sending her an email and I was crying and crying because I knew that she was hurting. I knew she was crying. I knew she had felt hopelessness and I loved her and her friends.
I don’t know if it is just me or if anyone else has had this happen but this was a time when words seemed to flow themselves. I barely had to think. I was writing from the heart.
I call this poem Sincere Prayer since it really was a sincere one at the time. I was trying to write it from the perspective of my cousin and all that she was feeling and how it ended.
I dedicate this post in remembrance of Chickadee and Connie; the dearly loved farm friends. But I also dedicate this to my cousin Bree who I love so much. She has inspired me in more ways then I can count and I admire her for continuing to love and trust God even through all the trials of living in a fallen world.
#2. Sincere Prayer
I know that you are with me
I have seen you in my life
I’ve felt your grace and mercy
Each morning and each night
But now I begin to wonder
How my heart will heal of this
This hurting pain of losing
Some friends I loved with bliss
Now hearing a scripture speak
Is you whilst I am weak
You loved me more then I can try
And hearing those words makes me cry
I will love you Lord forever
Please, show me your face
Of never-ending wisdom
Here in this dark place

Weaving together rhyming words can be so fun. Also very frustrating when you can’t find a word that will rhyme with one of your sentences and still make sense. But other times it comes easily and there is no frustration. This was a non frustrating poem.
#3. If I Were A Bird
If I where a bird
Then the trees would be my house
The sun my bedroom light
And the clouds my couch
The river my bathtub
Waterfalls my shower
Rocks my chairs
And the mountains my tower

#4. Asleep
The meadow lark sings a tune
A melody so sweet
My eyes close
In repose
Now I am asleep
