A Day is Our Life

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    A Day is Our Life

    Life dawns like sunrise
    Soft pinks and blues against the black from which it came
    Sudden burst of light stretching fingers and toes to a new day.
    Receiving blankets of fluffy white
    Soft breezes, from Mother Earth, kiss the cheeks of a brand new day.
    Spread your wings and announce our new life for we are blessed!
    Rustle the name through the leaves, over fields and hills
    Blow strong over the oceans
    Grow tall from sapling to a mighty oak
    Early morning of our life is for bountiful energy and spunk
    Splashing and running, carrying treasures to unknown banks afar.
    Frolicking from tree to tree chasing the cottonwood seeds

    Then approached the noon of our lives
    A time to pause; to partake of nourishment from our hearts and minds
    Lying in fields of bluebonnets and pink poppies
    Nestled in beds of paint brush and purple clover
    Revel in your time for it is short!
    The hours roll by, to a cool afternoon breeze.
    Blow softly for the afternoon is mellow
    The lake lays still; no ripples in its tranquility.
    Comfort years of life taking an afternoon siesta
    Bask in the sun; remember the morning.
    Early hours well spent exploring.
    Places where you once played buccaneer,
    Shrubs that just this morning hid fortresses
    Now each picturesque against a landscape of Kentucky Blue

    Too soon Dusk arrives on a charcoal gray charger
    Thundering its arrival in the swirl of gluttonous clouds
    Chasing you, you seek shelter under the weeping willows
    Water rushes in a swirl of memories
    Rippling creeks to still waters
    The hills no longer beckon
    They no longer hold the fascination of an earlier time.
    Darkness blankets the earth
    Your sit and watch the light show in the sky.
    The sun no longer shines through the down pour of tears.
    You reminisce
    It was a good day, your life!
    From the sunrise to your sunset.

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    ginga commented on A Day is Our Life

    07-29-2009

    Lena, I like that a whole day is placed within 1magnificent poem. YOu have a flair for describing nature at its finest. ginga

    bandit1192 commented on A Day is Our Life

    04-13-2009

    I've gone back many times to where I grew up. Yes, all the magic has gone, but the memories and stories will live forever. I loved the way you filmed this, so colorful and picturesque. Great job. TS

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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