Four Short Poems for you
by Joan Adams Burchell (copyright)
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There's a thimble in my collection
- not china, pewter or gold;
A thin, silver-plated, unattractive one - and very used and old.
Yet there it is, displayed with pride, with Dickens, Royalty,
That thimble outranks any one of them; It's the one my mama wore.
This wonderful day has a simple
name and it's not a holiday.
It greeted me when I awoke this morn - it's name is just 'today'.
Love is ours to give and give, yet it never disappears;
In fact, the more we give away, love grows throughout the years.
People and Flowers
How vivid the colours in the sunlight;
How tall things have grown overnight!
How the rain worked magic on thirsty roots;
How it travelled each plant and awakened more shoots.
How neither just rain or sun would do;
How much the plants are like me and you.
We need to be bathed, loved warmly and know
That to show our colours makes others grow.