Not Under a Tree #gifts #children #Christmas

Please enjoy this montage of poetry over the next several days. These true vignettes represent what I believe the true spirit of Christmas to b:

Generous the soul that gives

what little he possess

in such a manner shed a light

a heart the greatest gift

***

 

There was a boy not old nor young

of two sisters he was glad

He wasn’t strong nor was he weak

protective heart he had

There came a season barren, cold

his family had but little

warmth  abundant at the hearth

holidays always special

I’d known this boy a little time

a leader in the making

challenges were plenty big

cleft palate, one of many

bad was the year for all

our work was in the past

my children knew Christmas joy

in friendships that would last

gathered underneath our tree

bundled what we had

took shiny gifts and things

Merry, joyful, glad

love came too

that Christmas Eve

Six children

danced with glee

That little boy looked to my son

“like you someday I’ll be”

into his hand he placed his trust

“it’s Christmas time you’ll see”

what we learned that Christmas year

is hard to put to words

smiles tell a thousand things

with stars they sing the verse

 

Joyfuljoyfulwe adore thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before thee, Opening to the sun above.

 

Fun #children #atozchallenge

 

a ruler mark was a better way

children should not have fun

or play

serious the subject

in every day

we must light- hearted

laugh today

follow the leader

the silly way

you don’t want to know

that I taught a game

 

I have the upmost respect for teachers with all sorts of degrees. The job is an important one. A retired elementary teacher, I  respect and adore, states emphatically that her most important subject was love and kindness; something she taught by example to her appreciative students. I’ll add fun to that list.  We have fun in our classes – lot’s of it!!!

Sending love to my friends in Pawell and Lacor. You are the best teachers in the world and have taught me to have the best kind of fun.

~ Love Mrs. Fish

 

 

 

The Pinnacle #poetry

 

petals in the snow

It was at this peak

for the first time

I found love

cool, crisp were your lines

my first solo climb

off the precipice

I jumped

into empty lies

carving into moguls

some shallow some deep

rose petals in the  powder

you could hear the beat

the foolish heart

seeks for occupation

breaking my leg

pain not soon forgotten

strength has all but failed

for my encore traverse

the pinnacle breached

life’s fall rehearsed

***

final blueprints

plans fall into place others fail

on a pinnacle

 

Poet’s United prompt is Mountain.  My  cryptic symbols reflect life on the end of a Pinnacle.

 

 

 

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