Recollections
Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2004 8:28 am
Some of these verses started out as a response to Pete's thread 'I need to'. Here as a separate posting is the completed(?) version of a new poem/lyric.
Recollections
With day to day life,
Now- is the creed
But the years rush on by
With such alarming speed.
From my first shaky steps
To my last mortal cry
Compelled, as yet
I must testify.
To remember one's life
Is a sheer act of will
The joy and the strife
Set in ink with a quill.
The love and the grief
The brightness and gloom
The long summer days
And the dark of the moon.
The innocent child
Begins the journey alone
The world weary adult
Makes a nostalgic trip home.
To the home of the heart,
To the spirit of place
Where the soul sets apart
The deep truth from the face.
Over hills, across vales
Through spring to the fall
These cycles of time
And the worlds within walls.
From cradle to grave
I cart this mortal frame
I remember the times
The mystery, with no name.
(c) J.W. 2004
Regards, Witty Owl.
Recollections
With day to day life,
Now- is the creed
But the years rush on by
With such alarming speed.
From my first shaky steps
To my last mortal cry
Compelled, as yet
I must testify.
To remember one's life
Is a sheer act of will
The joy and the strife
Set in ink with a quill.
The love and the grief
The brightness and gloom
The long summer days
And the dark of the moon.
The innocent child
Begins the journey alone
The world weary adult
Makes a nostalgic trip home.
To the home of the heart,
To the spirit of place
Where the soul sets apart
The deep truth from the face.
Over hills, across vales
Through spring to the fall
These cycles of time
And the worlds within walls.
From cradle to grave
I cart this mortal frame
I remember the times
The mystery, with no name.
(c) J.W. 2004
Regards, Witty Owl.