Just past dusk
Against a majestic wood
A little girl
Just about five
Screams in delight
At the moonlit night
Great Uncle and Dad
The little girl
Trying to catch night-bugs in vain
Beagle puppies barking
And chasing shoestrings
As she rolls down a steep hill
A starry eyed girl
Mom and Grandma in the kitchen
Little brother by Daddy’s hand
The little girl laying in the grass
Falls in love with the stars.
This poem was wrote about my Great Uncle Ballard’s Beamer place on Beamer’s Knob. This is dedicated to my Great Uncle Ballard and my Grandmother Higgins who have both passed on to the Summerlands.
The rain was icy
The wind was chill
The lady stood there on the hill
Immune to the freezing rain coming down
Wearing nothing but a silken gown
Her eyes fixed to a spot on the horizon
A flash of metal had caught her vision
Could it be, after all of this time
That her prince was coming to set things right?
Long ago he went away
A kiss of promise was all he gave
No words or letters to seal their pact
Nothing but a kiss to promise that he would be back
All these nights she has been alone
Looking out into the unknown
Dreaming dreams of a life that could be
If her prince returned on his gallant steed
The sound of hoof-beats jarred her mind
And took her back to that kiss goodbye
Off to war is where he had gone
No word was said as to his return
Just a kiss was all he left
Just a kiss that lingered on her breath
Sounds of laughter brought her around
To the vision before her on the ground
Her prince was on his bended knee
With the ring of Claddaugh for her to receive
Tears escaped her as she touched his face
The promise in his hand she happily embraced
The sign of forever, the circle of time
The Irish wedding band now joined their lives
Hearts entwined, hands together
Into ever after in the midst of stormy weather.
Meet me by the wooden bridge Meet me as twilight falls Carry with you a single white rose And I shall wear the colors of fall.
Meet me in my dreams Meet me just past midnight Carry with you a candle And I shall wear a gown of white.
Let us escape to dreamland Let us enjoy our enchantment Let us embrace our fantasy Let us partake in destiny.
Meet me by the wooden bridge Just at the edge of the wood Meet me just past twilight my love Listen for the sound of my flute Carry with you a single white rose And I shall wear the colors of fall Meet me on a winter’s night And claim me as your own.
Take Me home
Back to the quiet of the forlorn
I will dance in midnight meadows
Alone with moonlight and my sleepy shadows
living life is much to hard
Facing reality will leave you with scars
So I will dip in darkened streams
And I will fly on dark blue wings
My sleepy shadows take me home
To the quiet world of the forlorn.