The Book Worm

Hidden from view for which no one can see.
It lurks in the shadows among the reads.
Through the pages it buries itself among.
Ever silent until the time comes.
The book cover opens with new eyes its see.
The worm of books is ready to read.
As the reader reads along,
The book worm is having all the fun.
Reading up words it sees with every page,
That it can’t wait until the next turn comes its way.
Every book the book worm wriggles through
Is enjoyed by every page that is new.
The book worm and its reader of books,
Hopes to enjoy every book that comes through the hands.

Memorial Flag

Majestically waving in the wind,
It flutters high in the morning sky.
With colors of red, white and blue
Proudly flying as we walk by.
We stand together underneath
And remember the history of the fallen dead.
The flag of our country has seen them,
Giving their lives for our country so dear.
Throughout the ages it flies beside them.
Proudly marching on; onward with them
Towards their final end.
The stars and stripes of our flag
Will be with us forever and ever.
We remember Memorial Day
As we stand beneath the flag,
Honoring those who have fought
Knowing their flag will fly on for years to come.

Waiting For A Puppy

She has waited for what seem like forever,
Waiting for that special gift to arrive.
She had nagged her parents for a long time,
Hoping this year would be the one.
She went to bed early, could hardly sleep
Hoping in the morning it would finally come.
The sun high above the sky,
She comes rushing down the stairs to take a peep.
The tree below is brimming with presents to many.
Each package bearing what it is inside.
A package in front larger than the others,
Holds her in great wonder,
What could it be, she asks out loud.
She opens it gingerly with her tiny hands,
Praying that this year is the one that it would come.
She opens the lid with great surprise,
A puppy in the box waiting for her open arms.
She plucks the pup from its place,
Thanking parents with great haste.
She is off the puppy in tow,
To seek out adventure with her new friend at last.

The Picture

Ancient, it looks on my wall high,
With gold frame of nine panels deep,
With hues of greens, gold, reds and blues,
That keeps on guessing what they are,
So colorful they are with swirls and more,
I stare with wonder waiting for more,
That the picture so beautifully done,
That I wish I could see more within its sight.


In their uniform of faded blue.
They sit hunched over waiting,
By the fire waiting for the call.
The call to arms is what they wait.
Waiting to march into battle,
Not knowing when their time to die may come.
They wait by the fire feeling its warmth for a while.
Talking with comrades and writing letters home.
Trying not to think of times ahead.
Soldiers in their uniform of faded blue
Sit waiting, waiting to go into battle.
Not knowing when their time to die may come.