Some of my poetry as requested by homesteadingmama and calico

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I wrote this one back at Frugal Moms. One of my classics. LOL

The Quest: The Beginning

Through the misty woods we rode
Five people, lives entwined,
We meet, one by one,
On the road to destiny
~~~~~~
From my lofty perch, I see
A hulk of a man, staring deeply into the campfire,
Sword drawn, hands folded on the hilt,
Seemingly unaware of all around him.
His heart hangs heavy, but his soul,
Oh his soul, shines with the bright golden glow of good.
The snap of a twig brings eye movement
The barely noticeable tensing of shoulders.
With the turn of the head, he proclaims,
"I know you're there, come on out."

From my lofty perch, I see,
A dark little man, perfect in his craft,
Stealthly stealing along,
The trademark of his trade.
His heart grows confused, but his soul,
Oh his soul shines through the shabbiness of his character.
His nervous fingers twitch and yet expertly
Palms a coin as he enters the clearing.
A jolt of through the fabric of destiny, a knowing of kindred,
As two people meet, together again.

From my lofty perch, I see,
A fair maiden, more fair than the fairest rose,
She watches with longing, with desire, with comradeship,
Tears stream down her cheeks, the turn as one, beckoning her closer.
The connection called destiny is formed.
Her heart beats achingly, but her soul,
Oh her soul shines with a beauty far fairer than her face.
She sits, welcome for the first time
In a long time, she weeps again,
Out of pure joy, pure beauty, pure love
Acceptance is exhilerating.

From my lofty perch, I see,
A man shadowed, two halves living as one,
Striding confidently through the forest of the night.
He joins the group with confidience of belonging.
His heart is one, but his soul,
Oh his soul is two, half of each part.
He changes to one and back again
In the instant of a heartbeat, man and beast
Comfortable in his own skin, once again amoung
Friends of a different time and space.

From my lofty perch, I see,
A shimmering, shining blue light, magic, beside the fire appears
A sleeping woman, different, strange somehow, and yet
Familiar all the same.
Her heart is lost, but her soul,
Oh her soul has found home, the place of belonging.
Her eyes open, alight on one, her smile grows,
She does not yet realize that this time the dream
Is real, as she reaches out her hand, the jolt of destiny
Felt by all, tells her she is awake.

The Quest: The Journey

Through the misty woods we rode
Each member of our little band
Traveling far for reasons all thier
Own.
~~~~~~~~
In the lead, Galgimore the Giant,
A man not only large
In stature, but in heart.
His beloved, he does seek,
Kidnapped, taken across time
To a wizard's keep.
He turns to the survey the surroundings
Lifts his sword to shout,
"Onward to the City of Shadows!"

Next rides Tarn, thief,
Both by nature and nurture,
Born and bred in a city in the sky.
His dreams, he does seek,
Vague and shadowy,
Disturbing each night's sleep.
Once again, he goes through his pouch
As nervouse little thievies do, muttering,
"Onward to the City of Shadows!"

The beautiful Lady Ann, destined
To be a queen rides
A snow white winged fairy horse.
Her cure, she does seek,
Cursed to spending her life as wispy as a ghost
By her own jealous sister, they say.
She smiles her sad ethernal smile,
And whispers in a voice as wispy as the wind,
"Onward to the City of Shadows!"

Drako, the fearsome Draco, shapeshifter,
Man or dragon, handsome as both,
Travels as dragon.
His mate, he does seek,
A dying breed, is Draco,
Noble and wonderous to behold.
He flaps his wings, the urge to fly,
The urge to end our quest, great, growling,
"Onward to the City of Shadows!"

Then, of course, there is me,
A mere human,
Not special in any way.
My home, I do seek,
A home far across time and space,
Earth, I am an Earthling on a planet far away.
I pat my mare, a good horse,
Heave a sigh and say to her,
"Onward to the City of Shadows!"

The Quest: The City

Through the misty woods we rode
The City of Shadows ever closer,
Breaking through the treeline,, the fog lessens,
The finale close at hand, in sight's delight.
~~~~~~~
As we approached the city gate,
Galgimore the Giant's war cry filled the air.
The ground shook beneath his mount's hooves.
His beloved, Gigantica, stood, tall and brave,
Waiting there for us, she told her story
Best she could through tears of joy.
Her story, a quest to free herself, to take the wizard's power.
A spell she gave us all, all friends of the quest,
"Friends forever, friends indeed,
Come to faithful friends in need,"
With that Galgimore and Gigantica
Raised thier hands in farewell.

We rode through the gates,
Tall golden gates covered with dragons and gargoyles,
Into the City of Shadows.
A look of dawning recognition, of intense concentration
Settled on the thief's face.
He adeptly lead us through
A maze of streets and rabbits warren of houses
To a temple, The Temple of the Seers.
As Tarn dismounted, an elderly man emerged.
At last the seer they have waited for has arrived,
The thief, humbled, the old man, triumphant, turned and
Raised thier hands in farewell.

Our numbers dwindle, one by one,
Lady Ann, a beautiful wisp on a fairy horse,
Moves silently through the crowd,
Seeking for what, she knows not.
Her eyes searched each face, hoping for a clue,
Until finally she found a face,
As wispy as her own, robes beneath, crown above,
A prince of a very special fairy tribe.
Her life, not cursed, but meant to go a different direction.
Love at first glance, kindredship in one moment,
As he took her hand they begin to fade, they
Raisied thier hands in farewell.

Drako, in his man form, not wanting to terrify
Twitches as he tests the air, wanting to shift
Wanting to fly.
He sniffs the air, moves away,
Finds a wizard's shop,
We step inside, strange smells hit us.
A wizened man, no bigger than a child,
Emerge from curtains of royal purple,
Bids us to sit.
Throw cushions, low table, crystal ball,
Hand circling swirling mists.
"The one you seek isn't the one you expect.
Someone from far away is the one you seek.
Someone right beneath you nose."
We reemerge, Drako and I, to bright sunlight and swirling dust,
The mists burned up in the morning sun.
As I comtemplated my return home, I realized
I was home, no longer needing to feel different,
To feel left out, I grabbed Drako's hand,
Gazed up at him intently, tweaked his nose,
He smiled down at me.
Our lips met in a once forbidden passion.
The crowd fell silent with awe of a miracle, as we left they
Raised thier hands in farewell.

The Quest: The Promise

Through the misty woods we rode
A quarter century come and gone
A spell once promised is now spoken
A time of danger, a time of need.
~~~~~~~
Gigantica and her five sons came first,
Honoring a promise not thier own,
Galgimore is gone, gone to his grave,
Taken last summer by a late cold.
Each son, the next bigger than the last,
Form a human wall, swords drawn, shields up
Plow through the enemy like knife through cheese.
When asked why they came, they each replied,
"A promise given is a promise kept."

Tarn, now a seer, once a thier, still nervous,
Now, not because of theivery, but because of prophecy,
A great and famous man, he is now.
Getting gold from predictions, but still
Even the greatest seer cannot foretell his own future.
Honor among theives sitll upheld,
Honor among seers upheld even more,
When asked why he came, he replied,
"A promise given is a promise kept."

The ever beautiful Ann, once shy, quiet, unassuming
Arrives on the wind like a Valkyrie Queen.
Sword drawn, war cry on her lips, commanding an army
Of Thousands, a woman who found herself at last.
Her land, having spent a decade in civil war, has
A new-found peace,
Two factions united as one.
When asked why she came, she replied,
"A promise given is a promise kept."

Drako in dragon form, ascended from the sky,
Perfect landing, shifting as he moved, becoming a man.
His search, he had continued, to find a place all his own,
Helped along by his offworld love.
His search took him far, farther than he ever imagined,
To the end of Eternity and back.
He found what he so desperatly searched for.
His place in the sun.
When asked why he came, he pointed to the black dotted sky and replied,
"A promise given is a promise kept."

I rode astraddle a young dragon,
My child, my son, born in the first year of our union.
I gladly followed my love, not looking back
At what I left behind.
Special in my own right, bringing hope to a dying race,
Producing the first weredragon, child of the next generation.
The fore-mother of many, followed by many.
When the weredragons were asked, they replied in one voice,
"A promise given is a promise kept."

The Quest: Battle Won

Through the misty woods we rode
To battle the fiercesome foe,
Decisions made, good or bad,
Nearing the end of destiny's road.
~~~~~~~
And then the rain stopped,
The giant warriors wiped the water
From thier faces, blinked thier eyes
As if awakened from a trance.
The battlefield littered with bodies,
Friend and foe.
Stranger and brother.
One brother has fallen,
The youngest, the favorite, gathering around
They comfort him as he layed dieing.

And then the rain stopped,
The seer's terrible vision disappeared
With the rain, washed away in the downpour.
He fell to his knees in the mud,
Hands folded, head bowed, limbs trembling.
The choice rendered, good or bad,
No turning back.
Life as a thief or life as a seer,
Win or lose,
The choice was made.

The beautiful queen, still fairest of the fair,
Despite the heavy toll on life,
Moved among her troops, touching both
Man and horse alike.
A soothing hand on a dieing man's forehead,
A smoothing hand on a valient horse's forelock,
She bolsters courgae and confidence with her
Mere presence, the mark of a true queen
A battle waged and won
A queen, tried and true.

And the rain stopped,
The dragon-man glided down out of the sky,
Scales ripped to disperse the rainwater.
Shifting shapes, surveying the fallen, the wounded,
The living, human, dragon, equine.
Hands raised to the heavans, benediciton invoked
Up to God, blessing all, friend and foe.
A hidden wound, deep within the body,
Fall this noble man,
Much to the horror of his mate.

And then the rain stopped,
I gasped in dread as I saw
The one I love most fall.
My dragon-child and I rush to his side
I hold his hand, murmered my love
Tear flowing down my cheeks.
As each tear fell upon my loved one's face
They were absorbed through his skin,
Traveling through his body to heal the wound.
He opened his eyes, smiled and stroked my cheek

The End.

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Another one from Frugal Mom days.

Chapter 1

Evil seeped from his skin to
Fill the world with it's acrid scent

Mordant the wizard
Coveted something
Something that he had
No business coveting,
A person and a throne.
Mordant paced his tower chamber,
Pondering the solution
To his dilemma.
How to win the hand
And therefore the throne of
Queen Bonny of Tempe.
By subterfuge?
By magic?
By deception?
Or a combination of all three?
Mordant knew from the pageboy
He had tortured and subsquently
Turned into an owl,
That Queen Bonny was preparing
To find a Prince Consort.
An archaic dictate, at best
But played right into
Mordant's hand.
He knew he was handsome enough
To pass as a Prince,
Now he just had to find one
Obscure enough that no one
Knew his countance.
Mordant studied the list of
Prospective Princes, until his eye
Fell on one name,
Prince Roman of Domida.
Now to meet up with
Prince Roman and take his place.
Mordant looked out the
Window, smiled an evil smirk
And put his plan into action.

Chapter 2

Queen Bonny was also
Looking out her window,
She was quite worried,
Not only was her 25th birthday
Soon bye which time
She had to pick a Prince Consort,
Leif, her favorite page, had
Disappeared without a trace.
That was not like Lief,
He was loyal and trustworthy.
Queen Bonny sniffed the air,
Lately, for some reason,
The air smelled acrid and evil.
No one knew why,
Not even the seers.
She fingered the invitation,
One of only five,
Only five Princes to choose from,
Four she knew and one a stranger
The choice would be difficult,
Queen Bonny's thoughts were interupted
When her lady's maid
Entered the room to prepare it
For the night.
Right on schedule
Like every other night for
The past fortnight
A snowy white owl came to perch
On Queen Bonny's windowsill.
She and her maid
Thought it strange that a wild
Bird suddenly showed up like that,
But all the other worries
Crowded out something so trivial.
Queen Bonny heaved a great sigh
As she settled down, the Princes,
Soon, would be arriving.

Chapter 3

Prince Roman rode through
The Dark Forest, hoping
He wouldn't become lost.
Somehow he had become
Seperated from his companions,
And to make matters worse,
An owl dive-bombed him at every turn.
Prince Roman once more swatted at the bird,
And continued on his way, not realizing
He was on the path to treachery.
An evil acrid scent got stronger and stronger
Until Prince Roman broke through
The treeline where he saw a tower,
A high spiral reaching into the sky.
Breathing a sigh of relief
Prince Roman approached the tower,
Once more, the owl attempted
To turn Prince Roman's path, but
To no avail.
The Prince of Domida grasped the
Doorknocker in his hand and let
It fall with an echoing boom.
The door swung open on it's own accord
And Prince Roman entered.
As soon as he did, he felt
A strange feeling come over him.
His face began to itch and
Began to change,
Features melted, eyes bulged,
A tightening on the vocal cords
Until he could no longer speak,
Height shrank and a hump grew.
As Prince Roman passed out, he heard
An evil laugh and the sound of hoof-
Beats as someone left on his horse.
The owl landed nearby and with
Blinking eyes, began to speak.

Chapter 4

Queen Bonny sat on a bench
In her private gardens,
Her eyes not seeing the surrounding beauty,
As her mind drifted back
To the meeting of the Princes.
The four she knew,
Each greeted her courteously,
Bowing deeply and proclaiming
Loudly the assests each possessed,
All, save one, the unknown Prince of Domida.
Queen Bonny shivered in the heat of the sun,
Remembering Prince Roman's dark eyes
Following her around the room
As she greeted each Prince in turn.
She didnt like him! She didn't like him at all!
To Queen Bonny, evil seemed to seep from
His skin and surround him in a
Terrible black aura.
Just then, her night time vistor, the owl
Landed in a tree nearby.
Hooting softly, he seemed to be calling someone.
A shadow flittered back and forth
Behind the bushes
And when Queen Bonny called out,
The ugliest man she had ever seen
Burst out and fell at her feet
Weeping soundlessly.
At first she was taken aback
By the man's ugliness, but soon
Her good heart won out.
When she patted him gently
On the shoulder, he looked up at her
With the most beautiful eyes she
Had ever seen, it didnt matter that
They were bulging and uneven in his face,
They were beautiful.
The owl fluttered down to sit beside the two.

Chapter 5

Mordant chuckled evilly,
His plan was falling into place,
All had accepted him as Prince Roman.
Now all that was left was to
Eliminate the competition
Without raising suspicion.
One Prince had been easy,
All Mordant had to mention was
The ghosts that roamed the halls of
Queen Bonny's castle.
That Prince was out the gate and
Headed home before Queen Bonny
Barely had time to say her greeting.
The rest were proving more tenacious,
But Mordant's sneakiness allowed him
To ferret out secrets,
Secrets that doomed another Prince
By the action of his vices.
A few well placed words in the ear
Of a servant about that Prince's
Love of gambling and women
Caused the Queen to send the poor Prince packing.
She care for such devilery.
Prince number three proved most
Difficult. He had no vices, everyone loved
Him, even his rival princes.
Until Mordant hit upon the plan
To tell the Prince a few unsavory
And untrue facts about Queen Bonny.
After that, convincing the Prince
That Queen Bonny wasn't his type
Was easy, easier than expected.
By this time, Mordant was
Sick and tired of waiting, he was
Ready for courtship
So on a wicked whim
He turned his last rival into a vase.

Chapter 6

The real Prince Roman huddled in
The woodchopper's cottage, staying hidden
Away from Mordant's eyes.
Courting Queen Bonny was proving
Difficult in his new grotesque and
Silent form, fortunately his new friend,
Leif the pageboy turned owl, was
Most helpful.
Leif knew all the things Queen Bonny
Enjoyed the most.
From the single daisys presented at dawn
To the special cakes baked by the cook.
Prince Roman wooed the Queen the
Best he could with what little he had,
He presented her with the things
He discovered each day on his walks.
A perfect leaf, a small but fragant
Flower, a sparkling stone,
But the best was when he
Took her hand and lead her
To a little glade,
The sat beside a small stream
Listening to the water trickle by.
He helped Queen Bonny remove
Her shoes and bathed her feet
In the cool waters.
He listened to her woes, shaking his head
In all the right places.
Oh, how he wished he could speak
Out to warn Queen Bonny
About the treacherous Mordant and
Oh how he wished he could speak
Out his love for Queen Bonny.
But alas, his voice was strangled even
Before it left his throat.
And he was sure Queen Bonny felt the same,
Her eyes told him so everytime she touched his hand.

Chapter 7

As Queen Bonny entered the Great Hall
She noticed all but one of her
Suitors had vanished,
All but the repugnant and repulsive
Prince Roman.
Every time he came near her,
The acrid, evil smell filled her nose
And about gagged her.
Today Prince Roman presented her
With a beautiful, expensive
Slightly warm vase.
Queen Bonny felt strange everytime
She touched it, as if she was touching
Another human being.
Prince Roman and Queen Bonny
Started going on daily rides, but
Not being a horsewoman, the Queen
Did not enjoy them, instead she
Thought of the walks she took with
Her silent companion and his owl.
Everyday Prince Roman and Queen Bonny
Ate elegant luncheons and dinners
In the Grand Hall, but all Queen Bonny
Thought about were the simple
Breakfasts she spent with
Her silent companion and his owl.
Everyday Prince Roman and Queen Bonny
Talked about affairs of state till
Queen Bonny was bored to tears and
All she could think of was how
She and her silent companion seemed
To understand each other without words.
Everyday Prince Roman brought Queen Bonny
A bauble, a piece of jewelry, an expensive
Trinket, but all Queen Bonny could
Think about was the flowers, the stones, the leaves
Brought by her silent companion.

Chapter 8

The dawn of Queen Bonny's 25th birthday broke,
The overcast, rainy weather
Suited her mood fine.
Today she was going to have to
Pick Prince Roman as her Prince Consort
As he was the only Prince left.
Over the past few days
Queen Bonny came to realize
She loved her silent companion of
The woods.
Queen Bonny dressed slowly as if to
Prolong the day.
All were assembled in the Great Hall
For the reading of the Proclamation.
The ancient decree explaining the process
Of selection and choosing.
The herald's voice rose to fill the Great Hall.
"The Queen's Prince Consort must be her True Love."
Prince Roman strode confidently forward,
A half smile upon his face,
A gasp ran through the gathered crowd
As an ugly, misshapen man burst
Through the throng of people to
Block the path of the approaching man.
All that gathered wondered
What would happen next and
As the tension rose,
Queen Bonny stood. Both men looked
At her, Prince Roman with extreme confidence
And the other man with longing and love.
Queen Bonny moved forward, a look
Of confusion on her face. The
Ancient decree always proclaimed
Who the Queen should marry, but
This time no name was called forth,
Onle the words True Love, so as if
On it's own the Queen's hand rose and pointed.

Chapter 9

As the one known to all as Prince Roman
Surged forward, a malevolant look of hatred
On his face, the ugly man and the owl
Both got between him and the Queen.
Pointing one hand at the two, uttered
A terrible incantation and swore
Vengence of a wicked sort by none other
Than Mordant the wizard, himself.
And with that disappeared in a puff
Of smoke. The Queen and her True Love
Stared at each other for a minute and
With True Love's first kiss, the
Evil spell was broken. What was once
Ugly in form was now handsome
Beyone compare. The owl transformed
Back into the loyal pageboy and much
To the surprise to a passing maid
The unusual vase turned into a Prince.
Prince Roman opened his mouth
To proclaim his love, but much
To everyone's surprise, no sound
Came out. No matter how hard he tried
But it didn't matter to Queen Bonny.
She took Prince Roman's hand and
They became united in Holy Matrimony.
The crowds cheered and the celebration
Began. Soon Queen Bonny and her Prince Consort
Stole away for a stroll in the moonlight
As Leif the pageboy regealed all with
The telling and retelling of his tale.
Prince Roman and Queen Bonny walked
Arm in arm gazin at each other.
Each marveling at the find of
True Love.
Thier lips met in a kiss of unending
Passion and each knew
They would live happily ever after.


The End????

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My favorite ever!!!!

Pregnant Mother Earth

Daffodils bloom,
As the twinges of labor begin
Promising that
Mother Nature's time is
Once again, near.
The days grow warm
As she begins the
Nesting phase
Of a pregnant woman.
Against a multi-green background
Flowers paint the
World in many splendored colors
As Mother Nature prepares her
Nursery.
The birds,
Rise at dawn
To fill the air
With beautiful
Lullibies,
As if the songs are meant
To guide
Mother Nature into
Transition.
The nights grow restless
With thunderstorms
As a burgeoning Mother Nature
Grows more and more
Uncomfortable.
At last, the day comes,
For Mother Nature
To bring forth
Her newest child.
As she bears down
The trees
Push forth thier buds,
Leaves unfurl
Reaching for the sun,
As a new Spring crowns and
Bursts for upon the earth.

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Work in Progress. I still am struggling with then next chapter on this one.

The Frost Fairy (chapter 1)

In the winter
If you are lucky, my children,
You will see the Fairy Frost.

A melancholy air fills
The Glen as all the fairies,
Young and old, await the passing of
Yolanda, the most powerful of
All the faires,
For Yolanda is a Frost Fairy
Whose purpose is
When winter's chill fills the air
To carpet the land with
The Fairy Frost.
The passing of Yolanda will be
A time of
Great loss and great celebrations
As the fairies will
Grieve and rejoice
At the same time.
After Yolanda's body
Returns to the Mother Earth,
The name of each
Eligible cantidate,
The fairy to take Yolanda's pace,
Will be placed in
A golden box that resides in
The chapel.
And after a ten day festival
Mourning one Frost Fairy's passing
A new one will be chosen.
And on this night, tonight,
As the stars shimmer
In the sky,
A feminine shadow
Stealthly slips from the glen.


The Frost Fairy (chapter 2)

In the winter
If you are lucky, my children,
You will see the Frost Fairy.

As the rising sun flooded
The clouds shades of crimson,
Primrose hastened down
The hidden path leading away
From The Glen.
As always, her thoughts turned to
Her prim and proper Grandmother.
How each spring she would
Once again
Disappointment and embarras
Her Grandmother at
The Renewal Gathering.
Primrose never seemed
To be able to get her
Flower petals to be lifelike.
And if there is one thing
Fairies love the it is to
Surround themselves with beautiful things.
Primrose decided rather than to
Disappoint her Grandmother (yet again)
At the Frost Fairy Chosing
That she would leave
The Glen forever
And reside with humans.
Primrose stumbled out ont a road,
Straight into the path of a horse and rider.
Pulling abruptly to a stop
The handsome prince, in disguise,
Looked down on the
Beautiful maiden dressed in
What appeared to be a vintage gown
And offered his apology.

Chapter 3

Primrose's resolve to help Royce
Rescue his True Love from the
Grip of th evil satrap
Wavered once she set eyes upon
The gleaming white stucco
Walls of the palace.
His plan for them to gain
Entrance by posing as a
Dancer and a high-dive acrobat seemed
Foolhardy, but she had given her word.
Once inside the palace, Primrose was
Seperated from Royce and sent to
The harem, where she spoke to
Royce's True Love, detailing the plan.
Soon Primrose was called before
The evil satrap who commanded
Her to begin to dance.
As she began moving around the room
She subtly, magically created
Flower petals and coins to
Flow from her fingertips
So stunned by Primrose's electric
Performance was the satrap that
When Primrose, Royce and his True Love
Escaped during a freak (or not)
Solar eclipse, he and his courtiers
Did not give pursuit.
Soon as Primrose's horse tires, throwing
A horseshoe, and as she waves off
Royce and his True Love, she fells
Eyes upon her, looking around she sees
Sitting on a rock, a blue eye Siamese cat.

The Frost Fairy Chapter 4

As Primrose continued to stare
At the cat, a strange drowsiness
Began to permeate her mind.
Her eyes began to droop
As she watched the hypnotic
Furl and unfurl of the cat's tail.
Just as her thoughts began to thicken,
A word, Cittern, came to mind.
And when she shouted it aloud
She jerked to alertness with a start.
The cat cocked it's head curiously,
Before Primrose could speak
She teleported to a room atop
A mountian filled with spindles.
Sort! echoed in the depths of
Her mind, shaking her head,
Primrose backed up a step.
Sort! echoed again.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes,
And stepped forward.
Primrose stood for a moment, shook
The residual grogginess from her mind
And opened her eyes.
To her amazement the spindles
Now lay in two piles.
Curious! echoed her mind.
Drowsiness overcame Primrose
Once more, upon alertness
She found herself asleep by her horse.
Primrose thought it was all a dream until,
Bridge the Fellowship!! echoed
Through her mind.

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This one was inspired by a picture of a young coalminer. He could have been more that 11-12 years old.

The Boy

The boy
So young to be so serious
Stands proud and weary
After a long day's work.
Too tired to mourn
The loss of childhood
Only glad he can help
Feed all those mouths at home.

The boy
So young to be so serious,
Stands at his father's bedside,
As the man, old before his time,
Gasps his final breaths.
Killed bye the toxic dust
That killed his father before him
And his sons after him.

The boy,
So young to be so serious,
Stands ready to take on burdens
Heavier than his young shoulders
Can bear.
Ready to ensure that his
Younger brothers
Walk another path.

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From a challenge on sight

Sight, Colors Bright

Sight, colors bright,
The brilliat emerald green of spring
After the long winter.
Flowers bloom.
Daffodil yellos,
Iris purple,
Cherry blossom pink.

Sight, colors bright,
The summer sunset,
Pale golden,
Hot pink,
Fire red clouds,
All against the bright blue
Sapphire sky.

Sight, colors bright,
Autumn leaves change before falling,
As orange as fat, plump pumpkins,
As brown as rich, fertile earth,
As red as round glistening apples,
All against the backdrop of
Halloween and Thanksgiving.

Sight, colors bright,
Cold winter snow, falling from pregnant gray clouds,
White and glaring under a pale winter sky.
Evergreen broughs and crimson holly berries,
Christmas presents of every color,
Silver bells and golden bows,
Eyes wide with wonderment.

[MMP]

This one was recently printed in a book by Famous Poet's Society. They want me to come to Reno for an award. Doubt I can go. LOL.

Night's Symphony

Lieing next to you,
Listening to you breathe
Listening to the blankets
Rustle as you move restlessly.
Darkness opressing sight,
Enhancing the ears.
House groaning as it settles,
Crickets chirping a serenade,
Sirens, howling dogs.
Cuddling close to you,
Wondering what you dream,
I finally drift off
To Night's Symphony.

[homesteadmamma]

Mary, I'm so glad your sharing your poetry with us. Its wonderful. Keep them coming.

Make sure if you can't go to pick up your award, that they send it to you.

[guest2]

I'm very moved by your poetry. Please continue to post your writings here.

[Darlene]

Wow wow wow! What magic you weave with words!

[Heather]

Wow! Mary, you have a beautiful gift!

Congratulations on your award!

[MMP]

Here is one I slapped together this evening.

Time flies, fluid and forever,
A cruel, casual observer
To us all.
Time touches, everyone and everything,
Nothing escapes,
No clever antics will spare you.
Time's heart is as cold as
Snows on the moors.