Three Poems by Joan Adams Burchell
Did you ever
Did you ever feel you could reach
the sky and hold a star in your hand
Or rest upon a pillowed cloud with nary a care to land?
Did you ever hear a bird in song
and marvel at each note
Or wonder at the cricket choir or the bullfrogs near the boat?
Did you ever smell a rose in bloom
and its fragrance made you sigh?
Do your nostrils await a cozy hearth when autumn's nip is nigh?
Did you ever touch a baby's skin,
so delicate and fair,
And know that nothing else on earth can match this feeling, rare?
Did you ever taste an apple pie
that didn't remind you of home
And motherly-love that nourished you no matter where you'd roam?
Did you ever see a rainbow that
stopped you with one look
Or watch the sunset spill its colour like paint chips from a book?
Did you ever have a small idea
that blossomed to full bloom
Because you listened to your inner-self and knew you had the room?
Did you ever?
To have a vision, night and day, of something you yearn to do
Is to follow it whate'er the odds - to your own self be true.
It matters not what people think because it is your goal,
And determined ambition for what you do will target not half,
An innocent, life-long craving transports happiness, supreme -
Each step you take is another rung on the ladder to a dream.
On the road
On the road are many folk going different ways.
All are working dilligently and filling up their days.
Swimmers, skiers, skaters all are doing what they love;
Golfers, jumpers, gymnasts, tennis players beating luv;
Actors up upon the stage putting on their show;
Authors pen another tale and poets' words do flow;
Singers, musicians, painters, dancers capture their special scene.
On the road are many folk - all on the road to a dream.
Midi playing: "Dreams Are Such"