The beginning of the year always makes me think of “Time” and usually with the theme of there not being enough of it! This year I went through some of my old journals and poems and I found two poems/ thoughts/ stories/ thingy’s concerning elusive time. I am always humbled when I read some of the stuff that I wrote when I was little because I used to be so much wiser! It is funny how life works….I think that kids have a much clearer concept of how the world should function….kids just are not so overwhelmed with details….anway…..I just figured that I would share them with you….maybe they will change your thought process today….
This is one I wrote in 7th grade while sitting on a bench in the woods at Holly Lake on Thanksgiving:
A man walks through the the woods,
Not searching for anything, or running…
Simply taking his time, stopping to smell
the sweet scent of Pine trees, hear
the birds sing their melodious tune, watch
the golden leaves of change float
in sweet descent to the welcoming ground!
It is a simple life….beautiful, rather.
He takes from his pocket the brilliant gold pocket-watch that his father left him.
The battery has been dead for years
But he keeps it for the security of knowing there is time.
He has many things to do….
Clean out the gutter, fix the kitchen chair, fashion the toy train his nephew wants for Christmas……
Still, he takes the time to enjoy the beauty set before him…
Knowing that his Father will supply the time for the rest!
This is another poem that I wrote around the same time. It is not really finished and I think it might win the award for the longest run-on sentence ever….but I figured I would share it with you anyway:
There is a ticking clock in every breath
And time will one day fade
To nothing more than memories
Of lives that could not stay…
And all our deeds so kind
Will all amount to nothing
When faced with Father Time.
Upon this battered side…
No birds or beasts or mountains tall
Or rivered valleys wide…
Above the mountains tall,
Far reaching over every sight
The eye could ere recall…
The soul has found forever
Upon another land
That’s wrapped in Golden Glory
Where only Blameless stands.
Yeah, I think that might have been your prime, 13-15. It’s all downhill from there. Mine was 18, for sure. It was not a high peak, but down the hill I’ve gone.
love it!
Wow!! You had some great vocabulary words for a 7th grader. I think I just found out what “permanence” meant last year and “ere”, wow, to use that correctly and at that age…impressive!!!
You never cease to amaze me Amy York. Love you and miss you my dear friend!!