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CHRISTMAS DAY EVENING IN SCOTLAND AND A SNOW WHITE LAWN

Contributed by steeleyes on Saturday, 25th December 2004 @ 06:18:44 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



From a few moments ago...

Christmas Day, Scotland
11.55pm - 12.05am

-o-

I don't believe in God
But for those of you who do
I say 'God Bless the Innocents'.
The decent kids.
And the idealists among you.

Looking out at a snow white lawn
With a full moon up above
My heart is full of poetry
Of tragedy. And of love.

The tragedy of our world today
So degraded in its wealth
So much is tawdry and sick,
fast pleasures and poor health

Looking out at purity tonight
The moonshine on my lawn
At a clear sky, moon and stars
I remember what has gone

A whole way of life
That for my parents was everyday
When each heart had such simplicity
So pure in their way

Inside they were as the sky
I see now so innocent and clear
My heart fills with a sadness
About all that I held dear

In a world of cynics, war and pain
In a world of material wealth
I see so much that has bee lost
And most of spiritual gain

Though there are pockets
of innocence still
My poet's heart mourns our loss
Of the most part
and always will

Now only nature sings
Of that simple innocence
Only the clouds, hills and sky
sweet animal patience

The lakes, the grass, the trees,
the earth
So real through and through
I love them as I always will
But worry so for you...

-o-

Tonight all is serene
The moon reflects from my snowy garden
All is white and calm frost diamond shine
This is my familiar family home
And these are the memories of mine

Both my parents gone so hard
Taken painfully away
No gentle smiling end
No time to hold and say

It was complete what they had
And all the things they hoped
It's was left to us to understand
And with that knowledge coped

A new, complex world faces us
Not near pure as my midnight snow
Still, a poet's heart is ofteb broke
But onward STILL must go...

-o-

I hope reader by the time you read this
you have had a wonderful Christmas Day...

...and have been touched at least once in
your day by the innocence that makes this life
still bearable, hard though it is... ;)




Copyright © steeleyes ... [ 2004-12-25 18:18:44]
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Re: CHRISTMAS DAY EVENING IN SCOTLAND AND A SNOW WHITE LAWN (User Rating: 1 )
by Gothchyk on Saturday, 25th December 2004 @ 09:20:12 PM AEST
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Still, a poet's heart is often broke
but onward still must go...


Life gets tuff, and some need solace, but all works itself out in the end.
Great write.


Re: CHRISTMAS DAY EVENING IN SCOTLAND AND A SNOW WHITE LAWN (User Rating: 1 )
by Faust on Wednesday, 30th March 2005 @ 05:27:02 PM AEST
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A very beautiful poem. Plus im scottish, but mostly what you described you saw sounds even better.




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