The Winter, it gets me. A shroud in glittering frost. Visions of trees and the leaves lost. Blustering breath in cloud streetside. From fall to currently, a swift divide. Some startling change. Frozen puddles drain behind the diner. Stars at night glow, in clear and cold, a freezing of joints makes me feel old. Coffee, tea, steam amidst wind reeling, Post-consumer recycled cardboard Restores feeling. Cars start and slipping of belts screaming. Rigid white grass untarnished, teeming. It'll get warm, I know it will. And thats alright. But this season, it gets me. By Micah Lilley
Daily Archives: December 5, 2014
Childhood is memory
Laugh and smile
Changes are required
You’re busy to impress
Pride above all
Ready to suffer
You say you are a good person
Probably you are not
You say you are fine
But you are hurting inside
You think you boss the life
Life owns you, in fact
You think you are the winner
You’re inside the cage, in fact
You are on top
Everyone hails you
You fall down
Hey, where are they?
Taking a deep breath
Seeing the life at a glance
People grow up
Childhood is memory
Mask to mask
In the name of fame
: Khairunnisa Syahfa
Christmas is a time of joy for some,
But Christmas can bring sadness too,
Christmas is what ever
The time of year means to you.
Christmas can be happy,
For all the girls and boys,
To see there faces light up,
When they receive their toys.
Christmas can be lonely,
For those that are left alone,
Families that have forgotten
Loved ones left at home.
Christmas brings out all that is good,
It lifts our very soul,
It makes us feel like children,
As we approach the Christmas Noel.
Remember as you celebrate Christmas,
Send good cheer all around,
For all the good fortune you have experienced,
And for all the love you have found.
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold..
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear,
“Come in this moment, its freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light
Then he sighed and he said “It’s really all right,
I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.”
“It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ‘ Pearl on a day in December,”
Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers.
“My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘ Nam ‘,
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.
The red, white, and blue… an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.”
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least,
“Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
For being away from your wife and your son.
“Just tell us you love us, and never forget…
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”
PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S.service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
Amazing winter animals around the world unite,
Although extremely clever they know not it’s Christmas night.
Each day the same magical chores, each morning cool and crisp,
Secretly they disappear into their own little world in a wisp.
Strolling through the forest collecting chestnuts in the glade,
I peer and spy a reindeer and squirrel inquisitively gaze,
Robins scurrying in the holly bush and weasels in the brook,
Our faithful wide eyed earthly friends, so sadly misunderstood.
Rainforests, blue oceans, snowy hills and sandy bays,
God’s great gift for all on Earth, not just the human race.
Indian tigers in their jungles, African elephants on their plains,
South American anacondas, all share the air God made.
The flicker of Christmas candles creates a homely scene,
Twinkling lights and warm log fires for some is just a dream.
Indelible Christmas memories, my heart’s feeling so divine,
But our love is the everlasting love of animals for all time.