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.

Waiting

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.

If Dogs Could Talk

What if dogs could talk?
What would they say to us?
Would they finally be able to tell us they want their walk?
Would they let us know when they want their food?
Or when they want to go outside.
If dogs could talk, what conversions would there be.
Would they tell us that they will always be by our side?
Would dogs tell us if they are feeling blue and lonely?
Or when they are sick, hurt or in pain.
I hope they would, because then we can take them in.
If dogs could talk I would like to know what they want.
Besides the usual talk about chasing squirrels and deer.
Maybe one day we will find out,
What dogs would say to us?

When Death Comes

When it comes my time to die,
I will face death with all might.
I will show him that I have won,
That I am not afraid to die.
Even though I am old beyond my years
I will face death with new meaning.
I know I am going to better place,
For Heaven is waiting for me to arrive.
When it comes my time to die,
I will face death with all might.
I will show him that I am ready to come,
That I know I will not waste his time.
I will shed my body and let my soul fly free.
For Heaven is where I will finally be.
When death comes to claim me,
I will face him with all might.

Dancing In My Mind

In a haze fog though my mind they come
Marching down a red carpet runway.
Small and golden brown they come
Dancing to a musical tune of some sort.
Oval almonds they are dancing in my head
That I try to shake myself awake.
What crazy dream this is that haunts my head
It seems they are telling me something I need to eat.
Eat more almonds it what I will do.