Propped up by pillows
with his head in the past
thinking of moments
that went by so fast
faces and places
all left behind
in a time of such hope
where age was so kind
each line on his forehead
tell its own tale
of a life that was lived
without measure or scale
now at his end game
he gives out a smile
for soon he’ll see friends
that have been gone
for a while
the light ever beckons
calling him near
with Angels in waiting
his path for to clear
as he takes the route back home.
PTT Nov15
I have left this poem on for a second week.
DOWN BENEATH THE HEDGEROW
IN THE EVENINGS FADING LIGHT
SAT A LITTLE ELF
WHOSE DAY HAD NOT GONE RIGHT
THE LEAVES HE’D FOUND FOR BEDTIME
WERE DAMP AND FULL OF MOULD
AND WHEN HE WRAPPED THEM AROUND HIMSELF
THEY DIDN’T KEEP OUT THE COLD
SO HE ASKS A PASSING DORMOUSE
JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK I’LL DO
WELL SAID THE PASSING DORMOUSE” IT’S REALLY UP TO YOU”
THEY MAY BE DAMP AND SMELLY
BUT THEY ARE ALL YOU’VE GOT
THOUGH IF YOU COME WITH ME
I’LL FIND YOU SOMEWHERE HOT
BUT I AM VERY TIRED THE ELF WAS HEARD TO SAY
AND I HAVE DONE WITH TRAVELLING
SO YOU BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
THE DORMOUSE GAVE A SMILE AND WISHED THE ELF ADEIU
THEN WANDERED DOWN A PATHWAY AND DISAPPEARED FROM VIEW
THE ELF HE FELT SO WEARY. HE’D HAD SUCH A BUSY DAY
BUT WHERE HE’D FIND SOME FRESH LEAVES
HE REALLY COULD NOT SAY
IT WAS THEN THAT HE REMEMBERED A FRIEND THAT HE CALLED FROG
WHO LIVED BESIDE THE RIVER BANK BENEATH A BROKEN LOG
BUT WHEN HE FINALLY GOT THERE
THE FROG COULD NOT BE FOUND
SO HE CRAWLED BENEATH THE LOG AND FOUND IT DRY AND SOUND
HE SETTLED IN FOR SLEEP TIME
BUT IT SOON BECAME QUITE CLEAR
THAT THERE WAS TOO MUCH NOISE
FROM THE RIVER OH SO NEAR
THE LAPPING OF THE WATER
AS IT RUSHED ON BY
MADE SO MANY GURGLES
IT MADE HIM WANT TO CRY
SO WITH HEAVY HEART
HE WENT UPON HIS WAY
UNTIL HE FOUND A TOADSTOOL
WITH CUP IN FULL DISPLAY
HE LAY AGAINST ITS COLUMN
AND FOUND THE GROUND JUST RIGHT
THEN HE SETTLED INTO SLUMBER
FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE NIGHT
THE BREEZE IT BLEW AROUND HIM
AND COVERED HIM WITH MOSS
AND THERE HE SLEPT SO SOUNDLY
THAT ALL HIS CARES WERE LOST
SO IF YOU HAVE SOME TROUBLES
JUST THINK ABOUT THAT ELF
WHO FOUND RELEASE IN SLUMBERS
AS HE DREAMED OF SOMEWHERE ELSE
Thought to Ponder – “Each New Year, we have before us a brand new book containing 365 blank pages. Let us fill them with all the forgotten things from last year—the words we forgot to say, the love we forgot to show, and the charity we forgot to offer.” – Peggy Toney Horton.
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