This poem was written because of the creativity of a friend and my brain who only tends to think of things in poetry...because we both liked the result SO much we decided to take pictures to go with it. The first few pics are of the "creative" friend (Rachel) :) and the last ones are of another little friend of mine (Sophia.) [I took all of these...if you would like to see the ones Rachel took you can go to the link for "Rachel Greene's Photgraphy Blog"] With the mixture of the beauty of my friends, the countryside, and the flowers....these pictures reall grasped the feel of the poem. YAY! Hope you enjoy. :D
Flowers in Her Hair ~ O fairest maiden, how beautiful thou art! As you stand on yonder hill beyond Your hands clasped o're your gentle heart Of you I am so dearly fond ~ The wind sends ripples through your dress The sun sends sparkles to your eyes As you sit gracefully to rest You find a quaint and sweet surprise ~ Flowers of the brightest hue You gather quick in lap and hand In your shining hair you string them thru And thus satisfied you start to stand ~ How pretty does Sun find your face! He shines his brightest rays on you So all the world may see your grace And your beauty -- innocent and true ~ You bow before the world below So in your beauty we may share Even purer does it show With the flowers in your hair
The Clarksville Public Library's Junior Library board holds a poetry contest every year. Last year I won first place with my Birds of a Feather poem and this year I entered an old poem of mine: The Old House. Today I was informed that I won first place again (yay!) So, I thought I would post the poem so all of you could benefit from it as well. :D Just a note about the inspiration....One day about two years ago we were driving down a "back road" on our way to Dallas and every few miles there would be an old country house out in the middle of a pasture. The more I would look at them the more I thought about the families that could have lived there. The animals that grazed on the pasture, the old sleeping dog that could have slept on the porch, the laughing children that could have ran around the house. It was so touching to think that a whole generation's story could be waiting inside the dilapidated walls. And so I reached for my notebook and scribbled this down.......................
The Old House
There's an old country house
In the heart of a land
That has a 9 acre length
And an 8 acre span
A path to the house
Shows no sign of a step
The porch is yet empty
Where a dog had once slept
Inside is a rocking chair
And a chest with a quilt
That was made by the wife
Of the man who had built
This old country house
One time, long before
It housed the man and his wife
And the children they bore
But for so many years
No one lived in the house
No feet touched the floor
Except the ones of a mouse
The patter of feet
The bark of the dog
All the hay for the horses
The slop for the hog
All sounds were forgotten
No smells come to mind
When one walks through the kitchen
That was home at one time
But no matter how vacant
No matter how bare
The memory of family
Forever lingers there
(This picture was not taken by me, by the way. :) I found it in a magazine and loved it so much that I wanted it to go with this post!)
The Spirit has nine daughters All equal in beauty, purity, and grace Each with benefits to offer you If you seek their Father's face
Love is the first daughter Who wears a crimson gown She is the gentle rapture That between us should be found
Next in line is daughter, Joy Her gown is gold as sun With her in our hearts, brethren We can tell others, happily, of the Son
Daughter number three is Peace Her purple gown shines true She is behind that content sigh When a Christian's life is through
After Peace is the one, PatienceHer gown is the lightest green She steps in when hardships come And prayerful waiting is what you need
Gentleness is daughter four With gown of plushy pink She is behind a mother's touch And, prayerfully, behind the words we think!
Goodness is the next one Her blue gown shimmers clean With her presence in our hearts Through God's grace, Christ likeness will be seen
Next comes precious Faith herself Her gown has a silver tint She's given when the Lord is good And He helps a man repent
Meekness comes after Faith Her gown as white as snow With humility she thinks not of self She is content to be the lowest of the low
The last daughter, Temperance Her gown a sunset hue With her, your self can be controlled In everything you do
With these daughters of the Spirit Let the Spirit dwell in you Remember all their benefits And their Father's blessings too
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. Gal 5:22-23
To begin,I'd like to say that it's really not about me.Without Christ I am nothing.Without His righteousness that He has covered my wickedness with,I would be worthless; headed for hell and the wrath of God.And so I want you first and foremost to know about my Savior before you know about me.
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