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[gardengirl]

From an Eagle's View

written by Stacy Smith


Have you ever wondered what it's like to fly free,
To see the world as far as the eye can see,
To view the surroundings from high and from low,
To hear only the sound of a distant echo,
To float in the air with the wind being your guide,
To admire many rainbows that the trees tend to hide,
To see the misty mornings over a beautiful mountaintop,
To glide over a flowing river that never seems to stop,
To watch the animals from over a mile away,
Or to rise above the treetops that glisten in the day?
If you were an eagle you would wonder no more,
For it can see things you have never seen before.
Next time you look into the sky of blue,
Think of what it's like from an eagle's view.

[glogdog]

Wow!  gardengirl and Walton...such beautiful poems.  Thank you.

 

[gardengirl]

Eagles of Inspiration

by Jim Weller

A single eagle atop a tree
speaks of many things to me.
I see a sentinel brave and strong
perched up high where he belongs.
Diligent throughout the day
aware of all that comes his way,
with eyes alert, he views the skies
for any threat that might pass by.
A pair of eagles in a tree
speaks of other truths to me.
I see a bond that none may shake
and only death itself dare break!
Devoted to each other so,
yet year by year devotion grows,
through every trial that they share
in togetherness and mutual care.
But a pair of eagles on the wing
makes my heart both laugh and sing!
Together, high up in the air,
they soar along without a care.
In unfettered freedom by and by
they dance their way across the sky
until, at last, as I strain to see,
they're absorbed into its azure sea.
What a blessing to behold
this sight more valuable than gold,
this sight that sets my spirit free
to be what I was meant to be!
It snaps harsh tethers of earthly care
and sends me high into the air!
We're designed by God to be so much more,
with hearts to watch, and love, and soar!

[eburgbirdwtchr]

Thank you gg for that wonderful poem!
Kinda funny....on 23Apr10 I was feeling typically inspired by watching the activities of D32 and D33 and penned a little ditty of my own.  As usual, I ran out of gas before it became a real poem, but I'll share it anyhow....

Watching the dd's for a little while
Is almost guaranteed to bring a smile
A little longer and you will see
A little of nature's majesty.

Maybe someday I'll stick with the thought and get a three or four stanza one off!!   

Thanks again gardengirl! <3

[gardengirl]

Thanks,my Friend!  That is lovely, and we will look forward to the rest of the story.     <3

[gardengirl]

 I had not read this wonderful poem in a long long time.  Enjoy!

 


Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
 
Max Ehrmann, Desiderata,

[gardengirl]

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

written by Dr John McCrae



To learn more about the history of this beloved poem visit :

https://www.flandersfields.be/en/inspiration/poem-flanders-fields

[gardengirl]

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, --and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of --Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew --
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

 written by John Gillespie Magee

[gardengirl]

   
The Peace Prayer
by
St. Francis of Assisi
    
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is error, the truth;
Where there is doubt, the faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled, as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

[gardengirl]

Taps

- Major General Daniel Butterfield

Day is done...
Gone the sun
From the lake...
From the hills...
From the sky.
All is well...
Safely rest
God is nigh.

Fading light....
Dims the sight
And a star....
Gems the sky....
Gleaming bright
From afar....
Drawing nigh
Falls the night

[gardengirl]

Be sure to scroll down below as there are lots of posts here today. Thank you for your faithfulness in following this thread.   GG


When I'm Gone

written by Mrs. Lyman Hancock


When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile,
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile.

Forget unkind words I have spoken;
Remember some good I have done.
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun.

Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way.
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day.

Then forget to grieve for my going,
I would not have you sad for a day,
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay,

And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best.

[walton]

What beautiful poetry you have posted today! Thank you so much.

[walton]

gg, I tried to send you a message but I'm not sure it worked.

I just wanted to let you know how much I love this thread! Sometimes it is just what I need after a long day. Thank you so much for keeping up with it.

[gardengirl]

Thank you walton.  It is a pleasure to share from my heart in this thread. 

[gardengirl]

Happines

He builded his happiness out of these:
Birds and blossoms and friendly trees;
Books that stood on a little shelf;
Three or four neighbors much like himself;
The wife and children who bore his name--
And he asked no favors from wealth or fame.

He found delight in his garden plot,
Knew marigold and forget-me-not;
He walked the hills and he fished the streams,
With friends he trusted he shared his dreams;
He was sometimes merry and sometimes sad--
But he made the best of what he had.

He found his thrills in the lesser things:
The joy a blossoming peony brings;
The merry songs and the kindly mirth
Of the gentle women and men of earth.
He thanked his God for the right to live
And he never asked more than life could give.

Seekers for happiness wander far,
And, oh, how jaded and tired they are--
Forever pursuing the strange new thrill
They never have caught--and never will;
But he foung friendships and flowers and trees,
And builded his happiness out of these.

unknown author