Christmas through a child?s eyes |
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It was soooo far away the place where we were sent sure wish we had a dime for every dollar spent it might have made it easier for when we had returned unfortunately it turned out that a lot of us were burned we were fighting for democracy their freedom we would gain just doing what we're told our duty with out shame back home were demonstrations protests against the War bring our boys back home let them fight no more while we were bombing mountains fighting for small hills to boost up the US economy create jobs and pay bills and all this for some people who didn't give a damn if they were call communist in their country Vietnam after fighting for our country flew home one by one instead of fan fair for arriving heroes many of us were shunned a lot of us got medals for serving our country well and every time we showed them they would give us hell for here we were in the country they call United States feeling like we never arrived just lock outside the gates a common bond we have , so we no longer roam we can work together to find the Road Home
CMWarfel
It's come to me in my dreams through haze how we use to celebrate in one day the abundance of harvest granted by the Lord and how are youthful hearts sore at the thought of trick or treat and all the goodies we could eat dressing up in costumed attire and how the adults would admire the youthful zealous that they would display on our quest with out delay symbolized in many fashions for this night we had a passion arched backed cats and harvest moon who's glitter diminishes all too soon pumpkins carved to make a face light a candle in side to place how it would glow so bright on harvest celebration night with fond memories I remember well how my youthful heart would swell remember that feeling if you are wise relive it each year through youthful eyes
CMWarfel
Once I was a happy man young and full of fire Spring would come and flowers bloomed and filled me with desire With all the flowers I'd fall in love and pick them at the stem And all the flowers would wither then like losing an old friend This made me feel like a thief when I cut them at the leaf and it was this action that brought me to such grief You see I thought by picking them I could give them to a friend Alas, you see by picking them I'd push them to their end As the leaves would wither, and all the pedals would fall It sure made me wonder , If I should be picking them at all. or was it just a blunder So when you see a flower all dressed up in its attire Please view it, and in joy it, don't pick it, Just admire!
CMWarfel
Christmas through a child?s eyes
Christmas lights through a child?s eyes the colored lights so bright excited feelings are so strong it's hard to sleep at night each year it all seems so new when young eyes you can see through imagining toys made for you by Santa and his Elf crew On the streets all decorated in lights windows and stairs brighten up the nights wide eyed children glance towards the sky expecting to catch Santa's slay flying by Music of Christmas in the air ringing out the birth of Christ everywhere All this makes me want to say I?d give all I have to feel the way that children do on Christmas Day
CMWarfel
I go to forest under the trees and listen to their sighs in the breeze waving so gracefully to and fro relaxing my mind and away I go back to a time ,when I was young back when stories of my life were unsung how I used to climb so high branch for branch towards the sky for every branch it seemed you see that excitement encouraged me until I reached the top one there could feel the breeze and here the air whisking through the branches and leaves past my shirt with rolled up sleeves riding along in the wind like the tree was a old friend who sang to me many times before and always, I?d go back for more so you see I?m close to trees cause they have been so good to me always there through the years sang to me when I?d shed tears helped me to forget my fears so you see I love to hear the trees whisper in my ear that helps to see life so clear that?s why I hold trees so dear!
CMWarfel
Sometimes it comes from a pair of shoes, or sitting in a church pew, looking through a pane of glass looking at some greener grass, thinking of what you might of done, instead of spending time at fun.
rainy day or sunny bright, words you should have spoke that night, the empty feeling when alone, even when you're safe at home,
walking by the ocean shore, smallness you feel at its roar, the loss you feel when betrayed by someone loved, a promise made, song you hear reminding you of a love that once was new.
CMWarfel
Books are something we learn to read they're food for thought ,a thinking seed Can take you to places you?ve never been in Like India, or Russia, or even Berlin Not to leave out Chile, China, and Japan Africa Malaysia , and Iran Greece might be nice and Italy too and France and Spain just right for you there so many things to learn and so much to do it?s all in books just waiting for you too pick a book and actually read Can be a very special deed You can learn about cars and planes and boats you learn about the water on which they float You ride a rocketship to the moon or search for the history of the big baboon You can ride on a train, see water falls Learn about birds who give out bird calls they can teach you about anything you want to learn They can help you at a cross roads on which way to turn So you see there?s no limit on what you can do it's really quite simple its all up to you Just go to the library and reach for the shelf and take down a book and better yourself the more you do it the better you get you may even get wealthy from doing it.
CWarfel
Eyes can be revealing and also concealing eyes can glisten when someone listens eyes can show when you're happy they can show when your mad They show wisdom When you know you?ve been had eyes can become teary when you're sad and weary they can be the windows betraying all your thoughts while listening to crescendos of the troubles you?ve wrought sometimes they look kindly and melt a heart so quick and others look like daggers that hit you like a brick and when loves light is in them they seem to glow within like the look you get from sole-mates or from your natural kin some are really blue reflect the sky for you some are quite brown and lift you off the ground some are really gray just seem to make your day also come in green and look so bright and clean some come in hazel and remind you of basil no matter what color they are they all twinkle like a star I?ll never cease to be surprised by the miracle called eyes!
CMWarfel
Fog is soft, wet and gray Quietly comes night and day Seems so peaceful and serene sometimes its cool and also clean other times full of smog or smoke and when you breath it, you even choke most the time it sweeps across the land as if carried by God's gloved hand creeping over mountains and around hills catching you in cloths that give you a chill or caresses your face, body and mind after a long hot day, seems so fine soothing to the feel and wet to the touch the good it does seems so much It?s become an old friend to me these years think I shall always want have it near its silent approach its gentle caress It hides all the city, the bad and the best I hope my memory never gets so clogged it makes me forget my old friend, the Fog
CMWarfel
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