To Catch the Sun

The sun is shining low,

O'er the green hills of my home,

O'er the silver river flowing,

And o'er me as I roam.

I know not where they come from,

Those bright rays of the sun,

But someday I will reach them,

When all is said and done.

On and on I travel,

O'er the lanes and byways fair,

I walk along in spring's pale light,

And summer sun's bright glare.

Yes, I walk on along my way,

In fall sun's fading gaze,

And in the shining glint of light,

On darkened winter day.

I left my love and left my home,

To go and chase the sun,

For I must find that guiding light,

When all is said and done.

Spring Again

Softly now the stream is flowing,

Under shoots and roots of trees,

It cares not where now it is going,

It reaches up to touch the breeze.

The wind is whistling through the green leaves,

Quietly it sings its tune,

It brushes past the budding flowers,

Hoping they will bloom full soon.

The flower stretches out its petals,

Basking in the sun's bright rays,

It has been a long, cold winter,

But now spring's glory is ablaze.

Sisters

My sister means the world to me,

More than any treasure,

And I can face most anything,

As long as we're together.

The secret laughs that we have shared,

Are near still to my heart,

and even though we wander on,

We're never far apart.

I take her hand,

And she takes mine,

If we ever start to stray,

And I thank God above for her,

Without fail every day.

She has been there when she's needed,

And knows always what to say,

With a word of comfort ready,

When life is all in dissaray.

When it rains she takes me dancing,

When it thunders she sings loud,

She never gives in to the world,

My sister makes me proud.

So Sister keep on going,

And never turn around,

We'll always be together,

And I'll never let you down.

Winter Rhythm

There's a catchy little rhythm in the crunching of the snow,
As it shines with water droplets in the warmth of sunlight's glow.
I can hear it in the whistle of the winter wind so cold,
And the song of every cardinal with his feathers bright and bold.
Listen closely--can you hear it? In the cracking of the ice,
And the creaking of the bushes, each leaf clear and so precise.
I can hear it in the jingle of each shining, silver bell,
Ringing out so merrily their voice throughout the dell.
Yet though I hear it in the noises, I hear it most of all,
In the silence of the winter, and each new snowflake's fall.

A Winter Night

Softly still the snow is falling,
To the quiet world below,
Muffled in its veil of crystals,
Blown in cold wind to and fro.
Through the shifting, cloudy blanket,
That covers up the dark night sky,
A flash, a twinkle, I see the radience,
Glittering from the stars on high.
Spears of moonlight rain down to me,
Shattering o'er the frosted earth,
I wonder if each were a diamond,
Could we even price their worth?
Softly still now I am walking,
Through this quiet winter scene,
While frosted breath floats to the heav'ns,
My thoughts rise up unto my King.

The Traveling Salesman

"Drink a drop of life today,
Drink a drop and live,
Seen things never seen before,
See things that are hid,"
That's what the salesman calls aloud,
Holding out his wares,
Inviting in the interested,
And all the curious stares.
"Sir," said he, "I ask of you,
Can you harness the strength of giants?
For what's the use of hidden means,
And is your shoe leather pliant?
And madam, surely you could use,
A jar of beauty cream?
It smoothes out wrinkles, spots, and scars,
It's every woman's dream."
So on and on the salesman went,
Peddling here and there,
Shoes and rope, and other things,
And ribbons for pretty girls' hair.
I simply smiled and walked on by,
Though he called twice to 'stop',
For I was drinking a bottle of life that day,
Each smile another drop.

A Distinction

Life is made of minutes,
And days, and hours, and years,
But all is simply seconds,
That soon will disappear.
Yet something I have noticed,
Perhaps you've noticed as well?
Is that seconds are not most important,
They are not where our memories dwell.
The time wasn't measured in seconds,
When your baby brother was born,
Or when you went to your Mother,
In the midst of the raging storm.
It wasn't the seconds that counted,
When you were fishing down by the lake,
With Grandpa casting your line out,
While Dad took a coffee break.
No, it wasn't the seconds that mattered,
But the moments, wherein they lay,
So don't forget to take time
To live in the moment each day.