I’ve been looking for this poem for months, and finally found it, along with a handful of others, in a folder stuck back in an old filing cabinet. The folder was titled “Poems 2006”, so I assume all within it was written that year. Found a story and the first three chapters of a novel in the folder, too. Now I’m going to have to dig out my old manuscripts and see if I finished the novel. I think I did, but, who knows!
A Promise Comes
The sunburnt harvest moon slowly rises
In the east on this late day in fall
A gentle breeze moves the porch swing
In the distance a whippoorwill calls
The neighbor’s dog down the way barks
While lightning bugs blink in the yard
Serenity wraps ‘round us like a shawl
‘tis forgotten that life is so hard
From the children’s room, soft giggles
As they play with their simple toys
Their lives are filled with struggles
And yet, they hang on to their joy
In evening dim we dream of olden times
The way it used to be
To go and come and just walk about
In a place called land of the free
We rise each day and do our work
As to the Lord, and not as to man
Doing as we are told to do
Singing hymns, we work the land
We know not if our wait be long
But know alone, we won’t carry this load
And soon we’ll rejoice and praise our Lord
A promise comes down the dusty road
Copyright © 2006 C. Mashburn
Sharing with the good (and talented) folks at dVerse Poetry Pub’s Open Link Night #36
Sherry Mashburn said
Lovely piece; I can just close my eyes and see the house, the family, the porch with the old swing.
charlesmashburn said
That’s what I did! (I kept one eye open so’s I could type.)
Kellie Elmore said
“In the distance a whippoorwill calls” love that sound! sigh!
I love this whole piece. Really took me into the past and I could literally hear this as I closed my eyes and just listened. I love that! Thank you! Cannot wait for more of these days. I could die on a porch swing surrounded by these smells, sounds and filled with memories! ahhhh
charlesmashburn said
I read this one to Sherry at lunch, and she literally did close her eyes as I read it, and sighed when I finished.
Thanks for the great comment, Kellie!
Daydreamertoo said
Awww some lovely lines here. Gentle, made me smile. Thanks Charles.
charlesmashburn said
thank you very much, Daydreamer!
ManicDdaily said
This reads like hymn or prayer. Of course, I’m not sure the olden days were as golden in real life as they are in memory! But wonderful that you found the poem and old novel. Terrific. K.
charlesmashburn said
If we have to dwell on the past, I say it should all be golden.
Thanks for the visit and comment, Karin!
ManicDdaily said
Absolutely!
charlesmashburn said
AH’IGHT DEN!
markwindham said
Our eternal struggle — to find the joy and serenity in the every day while waiting for that promise to be fulfilled. A good write sir.
charlesmashburn said
Thanks, Mark! If there is joy and serenity, there is no struggle. It’s all good, my friend!
As always, I appreciate the visit and comment!
Pat Hatt said
You just kept plucking away at the scene adding more and more. Can easily see it too, great job. although the cat may not like the dog..haha…and with one eye two, aren’t you talented..haha
charlesmashburn said
Plucking? There’s no chickens! Cat? What cat? One eye two? Whatchoo talkin bout, Pat? Talented? Whatchoo talkin bout, Pat?
Thanks for the visit and interesting comment!
Oh, wait… I get it!
Sheila said
Just beautiful, Charles!
charlesmashburn said
Thank you very much, Sheila! I appreciate the visit and nice comment!
brian miller said
sigh. some really nice textures in this charles…and peace of just a life well lived in work and in pause….all very visual and serene…
charlesmashburn said
What a great comment! Thanks, Brian!
voiceoftruelove said
i like this alot…has so much meaning …one of my favorite lines is
“Their lives are filled with struggles
And yet, they hang on to their joy”
charlesmashburn said
Thank you very much! I’m glad you like it!
Chazinator said
I hear the hints of an old hymn beneath the lines in this. The images are so familiar to me, scenes from childhood, the porch on hot summer nights after baling hay. Those stories, or at least the figure they created in the cooling air still fill my memory with sweetness. My family was not religious, but I appreciate the idea of living a hard life and working with God’s promise in your bones means. I don’t know what kept my grandmother going, she had such a hard life, maybe her faith was there in all she did, that gift given without need for return.
charlesmashburn said
Thank you, Charles. I appreciate the wonderful comment!
yelena said
an inspiring write..i could see that lovely scene you paint with words *many smiles*
charlesmashburn said
Thank you very much, Yelena!
Elizabeth Young said
I enjoyed this poem Charles and fully embrace the aspect of faith which is an intricate part of it. I also like the clarity and timing in this, being of the school of thought that if a poem is understandable it is not ‘less than!’ Beautifully done.
charlesmashburn said
I’m a bonafide graduate of that school, Elizabeth. I majored in Simple.
Thanks for the great comment!
Steve E said
I sat in that porch swing and read the poem. Hear the dog, birds, children playing, watched the sun go down.
All the day’s hardships seemed to fade into peace and serenity.
THANKS A LOT!
PS Charles, thanks for your visit to 4th Dimension, and comment!
charlesmashburn said
ou are welcome, and thank you for stopping by here and leaving the nice comment!
wolfsrosebud said
simple is a sweet word… struggles bring strength
charlesmashburn said
I like simple! Thanks for the visit and comment!
terri0729 said
Another one I hit the like button and failed to add my comment 😦 Don’t know how I keep doing that!!! Nicely said Charlie!! Blessings, Terri
charlesmashburn said
You are just way to busy, Terri! Thanks for stopping by!
mairmusic said
Peaceful, nostalgic…
charlesmashburn said
Thank you! I appreciate the visit and comment!
my rays of light said
Simple yet beautiful ….as life was meant to be
Blessings to you
charlesmashburn said
Thank you for the visit and nice comment!
Mary said
I am glad you found this poem that you had searched for. it definitely is one to keep and to savor….forever.
charlesmashburn said
I agree! Thank you very much for the visit and comment, Mary!
Raivenne said
I enjoyed the serenity of this Charles. Wonderful words.
charlesmashburn said
Thank you, Raivenne. I appreciate your visit and comment!
marousia said
I love the way you build the scene – so many layers and so serene
charlesmashburn said
Thank you very much for the kind comment, Marousia!
New View From Here said
Tried to comment here the other day, but my comp got all screwy on me, and I’m just now getting back to say…..I love this poem! How I long for those simpler days and front porch swings with the people you love most!
These are my fave lines:
“We rise each day and do our work
As to the Lord, and not as to man
Doing as we are told to do
Singing hymns, we work the land”
charlesmashburn said
I hate it when the computer is in charge! I’m glad you caame back, and I appreciate the wonderful comment!
New View From Here said
And, oh yeah, ….the harvest moon reference has special meaning for me….love the song “harvest moon”
charlesmashburn said
Cool! Yes, a great old song!