Poems to Share

Today, at Starbucks, the gentleman ahead of me, left cash, to cover my drink order with the request to say thank you for your service to our country.  When I can, I continue that chain of saying thank you.  For the third year, I am reposting this poem.

Memorial Day, are there lost friends to fondly remember?
Someone special who was an Armed Forces member.
We honor our lost soldiers with parades and songs,
They journeyed the world to battle evil and wrongs.
Do we value the freedom we have because of those that serve.
They faced foreign elements with courage and nerve.
Sometimes we wonder what will history say,
About the wars and conflicts we fought today.
We cover many a coffin with red, white and blue,
Trying to honor fallen heroes with their due.
We never take for granted the rights and freedoms we enjoy,
Those freedoms are ours, because of many a soldier girl or boy.

 

 

In our life, many people will come and go.
Some, we would really like to get to know.
Some we see once, and they never return
Can some be destined to crash and burn?
With some, you see care and great concern.
From others, there is so much we can learn.
Some we see only at a Shiva or another wake.
Often, you know there is a difference they make.
Some are like a fleeting rainbow, waiting to be caught.
With some, you hear a word and can finish the thought.
Some you meet are always on the run.
Some just always seem to have some fun.
With some, the connection is always there.
And there are those with their nose in the air.
Different faces make the world an interesting place to be.
Tell us, who have you seen, that you still want to see?

A small pond to sit and fish,
A magic fountain to make a wish,
Poolside to sit and close your eyes,
A beautiful lake to watch the sunrise.
A scenic waterfall to take your breath away.
A small boat sailing effortlessly down the bay.
The vast ocean that we watch from the beach.
Peace and tranquility that calm water can teach.

 

Where did that little white ball go?
You hit it, so you should know.
Golf, that charming game where you learn to vent.
When you drive the ball and don’t know where it went.
Into the woods, for sure not on the green.
For that I certainly would have seen.
No doubt, you are in another sand trap.
Off to the clubhouse to see what’s on tap.

With the interesting weather of late, I had to post this one.

If Mother Nature and Father Time did their thing.
I wonder what the birds and bees would sing.
The baby delivery stork should be amused.
The local weatherman would be left confused.
Can you picture Mother Nature and Father Time’s affair?
You know it will give the change of seasons quite the scare.
And should their romance end not well.
Your planting season will go to hell.
The trees and plants haven’t even bloomed.
You know the traditional calendar is doomed.

There’s a radio station for every mood.
There may be a song for every attitude.
Elvis with a soft ballad or loud rock n roll.
Stevie Wonder with a song to touch your soul.
Love that is lost and love that is found.
A sweet tune to make the world go round.
Reba, with story to tell in every song.
Josh Groban, with a voice mellow yet strong.
For any decade, a favorite voice to hear.
Sometimes, it’s with a smile, or maybe a tear.
Listen to the radio, sing and tap your feet.
You have found the song to make you feel upbeat.