Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Watching the Olympics from the other side of 60 years old I can’t help but be impressed by the commitment and talent of the young Olympians from every country. When I was their age I knew nothing about commitment or stress or goals. It was live for today, have fun, go fishing and, ugh! do homework. These kids are fantastic in their abilities and dedication and it makes me hopeful for the future of the planet to see such talent and dedication. And this is just sport. What about the young talent out there in science, music, the arts, business, technology, environmental awareness? We definitely, as adults, must encourage and nurture those young people with talent and dedication.
My daughter, whom many of you know as a hard-working young violinist, is also a poet. Much to dad’s surprise, and excitement. My mother was an English teacher and a direct descendant of the great American poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Maybe that’s where she gets her talent!
Anyway, she has graciously allowed me to put one of her poems up on my blog. Enjoy.
When twilight goes and the moon rises,
The shadows leap into the clouds,
The stars wonder what their prize is,
Not a sound is heard aloud.
A lonesome breath of wind arrives,
And passes throughout the silent land
This is the time where spirits arise ,
At the brink of midnight they grasp your hand.
Do not take it for they are bad,
They shall swallow you into the shadows,
Run, hide, take your lad,
Go away, beyond the meadows.
Hark! Here it comes, it’s here,
With its dark cloak of bodies arise
It carries the dead’s hearts and tears
You can’t escape from its surprise.
It swallows the moon, the stars and the sky,
It is evil, mischief, horror and plagues
Beware, beware, beware of its eye,
You shall succumb to your dreadful fate.
It lands silently in the middle of a town,
The mask of death walks into place,
People may sleep safe and sound
But not tonight, for he has a case.
The curse is set, he flies away,
Taking a poor innocent soul by fright,
This is life, but death has its way,
Somebody has died tonight.
Stephanie E. Childress
Tight Lines . . .
John R Childress