For some reason this poem came to mind this morning. I wrote it in 2006 but it seems appropriate I should share it again today, the day after Labor Day.
I was taught at a very young age: Never give up. Never quit.
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A Promise Comes
The sunburnt harvest moon slowly rises
Picture courtesy of Google Images
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
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Susan St.Pierre said
Ah, sweet memories that I can identify with. I’m so thankful for my childhood that held those rich images. thumbs up!
charlesmashburn said
Thank you, Susan! I’m glad you could see the images. I was blessed to see this vividly as I wrote it, and the images are clear each time I read it.