Communal Poetry

A lazy Sunday afternoon
I went to the beach and climbed up a dune
The golden sand tickled my toes
For a moment I felt released from all my woes

Woes that I've held on to for many a year
Bringing bushels of heartache and floods of tears
The water was warm as I stood by it's edge
Cleanse me I urged, my life to be different I pledged

I look up into the clear blue sky,
and yell, at the top of my lungs, WHY!
When I don't understand WHY, I trust Him because
We like little ants can't understand everything He does

He supports me through life's random unkindness

 

A lazy Sunday afternoon
I went to the beach and climbed up a dune
The golden sand tickled my toes
For a moment I felt released from all my woes

Woes that I've held on to for many a year
Bringing bushels of heartache and floods of tears
The water was warm as I stood by it's edge
Cleanse me I urged, my life to be different I pledged

I look up into the clear blue sky,
and yell, at the top of my lungs, WHY!
When I don't understand WHY, I trust Him because
We like little ants can't understand everything He does

He supports me through life's random unkindness
He can lift me up to soar above the storms in my life.

 

A lazy Sunday afternoon
I went to the beach and climbed up a dune
The golden sand tickled my toes
For a moment I felt released from all my woes

Woes that I've held on to for many a year
Bringing bushels of heartache and floods of tears
The water was warm as I stood by it's edge
Cleanse me I urged, my life to be different I pledged

I look up into the clear blue sky,
and yell, at the top of my lungs, WHY!
When I don't understand WHY, I trust Him because
We like little ants can't understand everything He does

He supports me through life's random unkindness
And I suddenly feel important, not with any less
He can lift me up to soar above the storms in my life

 

A lazy Sunday afternoon
I went to the beach and climbed up a dune
The golden sand tickled my toes
For a moment I felt released from all my woes

Woes that I've held on to for many a year
Bringing bushels of heartache and floods of tears
The water was warm as I stood by it's edge
Cleanse me I urged, my life to be different I pledged

I look up into the clear blue sky,
and yell, at the top of my lungs, WHY!
When I don't understand WHY, I trust Him because
We like little ants can't understand everything He does

He supports me through life's random unkindness
And I suddenly feel important, not with any less
He can lift me up to soar above the storms in my life
I can do anything, because I have you, my sweet wife.

 

New poem:


Through the forest I walked and thought, "here's a great spot",

 

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Through the forest I walked and thought, "here's a great spot,"
a place to ponder and think and wonder what's been wrought

 

Through the forest I walked and thought, "here's a great spot,"
a place to ponder and think and wonder what's been wrought
The sweet perfume of the trees, the calm peace of the quiet,

 

Through the forest I walked and thought, "here's a great spot,"
a place to ponder and think, and wonder what's been wrought
The sweet perfume of the trees, the calm peace of the quiet,
A softly whispering breeze, rustling leaves, tender thoughts

 

How interesting Linda, this is what I was going to post -

A gentle wind caresses the trees as day give way to night.

 

Through the forest I walked and thought, "here's a great spot,"
a place to ponder and think, and wonder what's been wrought.
The sweet perfume of the trees, the calm peace of the quiet,
A gentle wind caresses the trees as day give way to night.

(Earl - I like yours better.)

 

Linda, yours was beautiful, you shouldn't have done that!

 

Through the forest I walked and thought, "here's a great spot,"
a place to ponder and think, and wonder what's been wrought.
The sweet perfume of the trees, the calm peace of the quiet,
A gentle wind caresses the trees as day give way to night.

A softly whispering breeze, rustling leaves, tender thoughts


(OK, we'll use it here.)

 

Through the forest I walked and thought, "here's a great spot,"
a place to ponder and think, and wonder what's been wrought.
The sweet perfume of the trees, the calm peace of the quiet,
A gentle wind caresses the trees as day give way to night,
A softly whispering breeze, rustling leaves, tender thoughts.

I pause in the glorious serenity, letting the peace wash over me,

 

Linda I rearranged it a bit, your line fits in beautifully at the end of that verse.
Rhymes so nicely with the first 2 lines. What do you think?

 

OK with me ! Moving it here since it's the top of the page.

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Through the forest I walked and thought, "here's a great spot,"
a place to ponder and think, and wonder what's been wrought.
The sweet perfume of the trees, the calm peace of the quiet,
A gentle wind caresses the trees as day give way to night,
A softly whispering breeze, rustling leaves, tender thoughts.

I pause in the glorious serenity, letting the peace wash over me,

 

Through the forest I walked and thought, "here's a great spot,"
a place to ponder and think, and wonder what's been wrought.
The sweet perfume of the trees, the calm peace of the quiet,
A gentle wind caresses the trees as day give way to night,
A softly whispering breeze, rustling leaves, tender thoughts.

I pause in the glorious serenity, letting the peace wash over me,
Warmed by thoughts of land, air, and sea, nature's majesty.

 

Through the forest I walked and thought, "here's a great spot,"
a place to ponder and think, and wonder what's been wrought.
The sweet perfume of the trees, the calm peace of the quiet,
A gentle wind caresses the trees as day give way to night,
A softly whispering breeze, rustling leaves, tender thoughts.

I pause in the glorious serenity, letting the peace wash over me,
Warmed by thoughts of land, air, and sea, nature's majesty.
I walk through the gate of my fears, and leaving them behind,

 

Through the forest I walked and thought, "here's a great spot,"
a place to ponder and think, and wonder what's been wrought.
The sweet perfume of the trees, the calm peace of the quiet,
A gentle wind caresses the trees as day gives way to night,
A softly whispering breeze, rustling leaves, tender thoughts.

I pause in the glorious serenity, letting the peace wash over me,
Warmed by thoughts of land, air, and sea, nature's majesty.
I walk through the gate of my fears, and leaving them behind,
Forge ahead into the future wondering what I might find,

 

Through the forest I walked and thought, "here's a great spot,"
a place to ponder and think, and wonder what's been wrought.
The sweet perfume of the trees, the calm peace of the quiet,
A gentle wind caresses the trees as day gives way to night,
A softly whispering breeze, rustling leaves, tender thoughts.

I pause in the glorious serenity, letting the peace wash over me,
Warmed by thoughts of land, air, and sea, nature's majesty.
I walk through the gate of my fears, and leaving them behind,
Forge ahead into the future wondering what I might find,
Love's sweet reassurance that you will travel it with me.