Don's Poems
It's fun to share your own ideas and words and fitting them around rhymes! You try not to make
them too much like "forced rhymes"! I have written these poems through the years. I will share,
below, some of my memories of what I was thinking when the poems were written.
Everyday Is Saturday
At a computer club meeting, Lou described what it was like being retired and he used the phrase
"Everyday is Saturday". I had never heard that phrase before. I instantly thought it should be
a poem, or song, or both! I thought about the free time in our lives, summer vacation after
school, vacation time during the working years, retirement from work, and the ultimate
retirement of Heaven! I included all of that in the poem. Remember to include some free time
in your life!
It was the first year of school with so much learning
So much new for a brain to be burning and churning
Then, before you know it, it was time for a break
I asked what happens next, for goodness sake?
Then someone goes, “Oh don’t you know”?
For 3 months of Summer, everyday is Saturday!
There’s no more homework and no more tests
Time to play and do whatever is best
You will long for this again when you say
Hey hey hey, everyday is Saturday!
It was the first year of a career with so much striving
So much helping others and so much thriving
Then, before you know it, it was time for a break
I asked what happens next, for goodness sake?
Then someone goes, “Oh don’t you know”?
For 1 week of Vacation, everyday is Saturday!
There’s no more deadlines and no more lousy tasks
Time to rest and do whatever is a blast
You will long for this again when you say
Hey hey hey, everyday is Saturday!
It was the last year of working with so many plans
So much to budget and a schedule out of hand
Then, before you know it, it was time for a break
I asked what happens next, for goodness sake?
Then someone goes, “Oh don’t you know”?
For Seniors retired, everyday is Saturday!
There’s less to do and you can sleep in when you want to
You can shop when others work, no traffic jams to go through
You will long to repeat this and you can say
Hey hey hey, everyday is Saturday!
It was the final moments of my body wearing out
So much to ponder yet I’m ready to go out with a shout
Then, before you know it, it was time for a break
I asked what happens next, for goodness sake?
Then someone goes, “Oh don’t you know”?
For Christians, everyday is Saturday!
No longer just talking Heaven, now there is walking Heaven!
There’s peace instead of chaos with an ideal job description
You will live forever and you can always say
Hey hey hey, everyday is Saturday!
Hey hey hey, everyday is Saturday!!!
HEY HEY HEY, EVERYDAY IS SATURDAY!!!!!
Goodbye To A Friend
I wrote this as a tribute to a Pastor (Dave Napier) who was leaving a church. There were kids
that grew up in his presence, before their feet could reach the floor when they sat down. I,
also, wrote this poem at the same time as a tribute to a friend I know who lost her friend to
cancer. As Christians, we do not say goodbye, just bye for now!
How do you say goodbye to a friend?
To a friend upon which we could depend
We look back to when children sat and their feet did not reach the floor
They grew up physically and spiritually and we all learned so much more
We're sorry when we took you too much for granted
But we thank you for all the seeds you planted
It's a complement to you that we could rely on you
For your genuine friendliness opened our hearts and gave us a clearer view
We thank our Heavenly Father for using you
We take it as an example for God to use us too
So now that you're leaving, some things will be changed
But the main messages cannot be rearranged
God promises that His word will never be destroyed
Others need Jesus as Savior so more eternal lives can be enjoyed
So, for now, you must go your way and we must go our way
But we'll all keep the torch lit with the key words to say
So we're not really saying goodbye, just bye, for now
We'll see you later in Heaven, while shouting WOW!
How do you say goodbye to a friend?
By reminding us, this is just a new beginning, not the end
Kris Vargo Tribute
Kris Vargo had a gift of relating to people and putting them at ease. He died suddenly of
a heart attack at the young age of 51. I wanted to write a tribute about him but I could not
do it right away. The wound was too fresh. About six months after his death, I started thinking
about how he was born on 7/1 (middle of the year) and died on 11/15 (middle of a month and
middle of a quarter). That gave me something unique to include and then I added all the things
people liked about him. It's a tribute that deserved to be written to keep the memory of
someone who was so special to all of us who knew him.
He arrived in the middle of a year and everyone could see he had a special way
He left in the middle of a quarter, the middle of a month, and the middle of a day
He was blessed with great Autumn weather before he would leave
Then it rained which was appropriate for the earth and us to grieve
We can’t understand why he left so soon which brought such pain and alarm
Just like we can’t fully understand how so many were affected by his charm
He did so many things quickly and fine
Almost like he knew he had less time
He was full of life, loved people, made them comfortable, and feel tall
He loved sports, music, humor, calculations, and told stories about it all
He was loved by many because he was natural, real, and unique
His examples of service are for us to carry on and continually seek
He cared about us and was dedicated to serving others with celebrations
He has passed that torch and spirit for us to share with future generations
He has given us all at least two of his important gifts
His presence, and examples of treating others, that uplifts
Hold on to your Faith for he sang the “Spirit in the Sky” song
That tells us that we have a friend in Jesus in order to get along
Since a caterpillar can amazingly transform to a butterfly
Our finished bodies can also transform to ones that fly
To repeat, he arrived in the middle of a year along with his special way
He left in the middle of a quarter, the middle of a month, and the middle of a day
So, he relates to “middle” words, including his middle of the year start
But most of all, he left a warm place for us, in the “middle” of each heart
Livin' Forgiven
I thought about why we live and can live forever. Good works are good by themselves but we
live forever only because we asked for forgiveness from our Creator (Jesus). That's when I
first thought we're "livin' forgiven" and knew that was a nice rhyming title for a poem! It
wrote itself from there and, at the very end, I included "livin' for givin'" as well as
"livin' forgiven"! It sounds the same but one is about providing for others and the other is
about being pardoned!
We can't do enough
To deserve God's love
For a surviving lift
Accept His forgiveness gift
We're not livin' deservin'
We're just livin' forgiven
We're livin', livin' forever
We're livin', livin' forgiven
We can try and get by
But without Him we can't win
Our best strengths will still slip
Unless we are guided by His divine grip
Livin' on our own will see defeat
Livin' under His throne makes us complete
We're not livin' deservin'
We're just livin' forgiven
We're livin', livin' forever
We're livin', livin' forgiven
We're livin', livin' for givin'
More Beautiful
There was a beautiful summer day. It was a Saturday. I looked outside and the colors of
green and blue jumped out at me! A simple scene, that most of us have seen, of green grass
and a blue sky, shouted God's creation to me! Then I watched some birds fly, almost like it
was the first time that I fully appreciated the sight. The poem became a celebration of our
Creator's creation!
What is more beautiful than green grass and a blue sky?
Real beauty, just like real truth, cannot be a lie
Look at God's wonderful creations and you will realize
No camera can capture all the beauty that is before your eyes
The colors in a sunset give an indescribable thrill
I marvel at a sunbeam that only shines on a far hill
Have you really studied a bird in flight?
Then told yourself, what an amazing sight
Look at everything an elephant does with his trunk
And remember that God does not make any junk
And of all the creations, God made us in his own image
He loves us so much, he made a remarkable pledge
He promises that even after death, we can live!
For if we accept him as Savior, he will forgive
The wonders of creation praise his name
So why shouldn't we all do the same
What is more beautiful than green grass and a blue sky?
The One who created us from above that sky, way up high
Let us worship the King of Kings and Lord of Lords
For what is more beautiful than the promise of God's words!
Security
I was thinking about security where some security is temporary and some is permanent. I thought
about how the world is getting less secure and that it is part of the prediction in the Bible
that times will get worse in these last days before Jesus returns. If nothing else, the hard
times will point us away from ourselves for the answers, and turn to God for the answer of
accepting Jesus as Savior.
You can only go so far with money and spending
God can take you to a life that is never ending
Money provides some security that is only temporary
God provides security that is eternal and extraordinary
So beware of some of those sales pitches
They could lead you somewhere in the ditches
Someone may promise to lessen your debt
Then their hidden charge will get you upset
You'll hear you can get rich with no effort
Then find it is a pyramid scheme that can hurt
You hear how a product will help you lose weight fast
And find you really lose money, that does not last
You hear claims for looking younger or amazing a friend
And does it really make a difference or matter in the end?
If you buy too many things at a mall
Do you really have time for them all?
Why not focus on just a little less
And give away some more to the rest
Money is needed but it should not be the main goal
For the key profit is asking God to save your own soul
The Great Creator (Psalm 23)
Just like many others, I love Psalm 23! It is a short passage but still incredible. It's
short and sweet! It doesn't need to be worded differently. It can't be improved. However, I
thought about what Psalm 23 means to me personally. That is when I thought to put it in my own
words. Others have done it, including Keith and Melody Green as well as Jamie Owens-Collins.
Here is my rendition of Psalm 23.
The Great Creator always guides my life
My needs are met, with no need for strife
He gives me a peace, even when troubles, like fires, get hotter
He provides calm rest in a cool colorful world, like floating on water
He revives me and shows me a correct path
That matches His power, wisdom, and math
Even though my body is temporary, I am not afraid
He will take care to have my new eternal body made
He will sustain me despite an enemy determined to destroy me
I am preserved by His grace, with endless blessings to be
His mercy is forever because I chose Him as Savior, and not for what I’ve done
I will live in His presence and goodness forever and, because of Him, I’ve won
Click here to listen to The Lord Is My Shepherd by Keith Green
Click here to listen to Waters Of Rest by Jamie Owens-Collins
Twas The Night Before Jesus Came
Taken from Twas The Night Before Christmas by someone else unknown (anonymous), it showed the
negative side of being left behind. I wrote the words about the positive side of meeting
Jesus in the rapture, because I accepted the salvaton invitation in advance!
‘Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a lot were praying, not as quiet as a mouse
Some Bibles were laid on a shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come there
The children were dressing to crawl into bed
Some were not kneeling or bowing their head
And Mom in her rocker with the baby on her lap
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap
When out of the East there arose such a clatter
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutter and threw up the sash
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!
The light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus returning just like He had said
And though I possess some wisdom and wealth
I still cried when I saw Him in spite of myself
In the Book Of Life which He held in His hand
Was the name of every saved woman and man
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name
When He said, “It’s here”, I cheered in exclaim
Those names that have been written with love
Were gathered to be taken to His Father above
For those who were ready, they rose with a sound
While all the rest were left standing around
I fell to my knees, glad it was not too late
I was already saved and had sealed my fate
I stood and shouted as we rose out of sight
Oh I’m so glad I was ready tonight
In the words of this poem, the meaning is clear
The coming of Jesus is drawing near
There’s one life on earth and when we hear the last call
We’ll all find out that the Bible was true after all
Twas The Night Before Pi Day
Taken from Twas The Night Before Christmas, I wanted to write something about Pi Day. Since
some hold a hero in Santa Claus for Christmas, I thought that Pi Day could have a hero in the
Pie Delivery Man! It wrote itself from there. Although I like the math side of celebrating
Pi Day, it's nice that we can all enjoy Pi Day by eating pie!
‘Twas the night before Pi Day and you heard not a word
Not a math geek was stirring, not even one nerd
The writings were hung on posters with care
In hopes of solved math floating down from the air
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of fractals would dance in their heads
And Mamma with her dreams and I my thinking cap
Had just settled down for a March Winter’s nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see if it was dark matter
Away to the window I checked what I might find
Not knowing it was nice with spice and flavors of all kind
The moon on the crest of 3.14 inches of snow
Gave luster of geometrical objects below
When what to my analytical eyes should appear?
But a delivery van with a bunch of snacks in the rear
I saw a little old driver, so determined with a plan
I knew in a moment it must be the Pie Delivery Man!
So delicious this day, all the pies came
He whistled and shouted and called them by name
“Now Apple! Now Cherry! Now Lemon and Pumpkin to eatsa!
On Chocolate! On Pecan! Even Boston Cream and Pizza!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the Writing Wall!
A dash of sugar, a dash of spice, now dash away all!”
He was dressed in a uniform from his foot to his head
“Pies help you think on Pi Day”, he always said
A full load of pies he would carry on his back
He looked like a peddler with his delivery sack
His eyes twinkled like pulsar stars, his dimples how merry
His cheeks like geeks, his nose like a pie with cherry
He sampled the pies so he had a little round belly
That shook, when he laughed, like pie-filling jelly
Then he spoke not a word but went straight to work
He filled the room with pies, enough for every dork
He paused for a moment to meditate some math
Then knew he should move to the next spot on his path
He sprang to his van and gave out a whistle
And flew away fast like slippery gristle
I heard his pie hole exclaim on his next delivery to make
“Boston Cream Pie may really be cake
But there will always be Pi Day, for goodness sake!”
Twas The Night Before Record Store Day
Before I went to my first Record Store Day, to buy a rare Elton John record (Zippo album),
the anticipation felt like Christmas. So I used The Night Before Christmas poem to celebrate
Record Store Day!
'Twas the night before Record Store Day and you heard not a peep
We were all stunned and in awe and fell fast asleep
The Record Store Day list was hung on a wall
With hopes that a favorite album would come to call
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of melodies would dance in their heads
And Mamma, a little bit country, and me, a little bit rock ‘n roll
Had just settled down for a nap, like a peaceful stroll
When out in the streets there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see if it was some rhythmical matter
Away to the window I saw movement at the nearby record store
I wondered why the noise was from there, and what it was for
When what to my musical eyes should appear?
It was a man holding square objects so near
I finally realized it was the Record Store Delivery Man!
He was providing new albums for every music fan
It was really happening, all the special releases came
They were mostly in vinyl, the original type to claim
The delivery man was aware of other types in the game
He knew all the music formats and called them by name
"Now MP3! Now CD! Now Cassette, and that’s not final!
There’s also 8 Track, Reel To Reel, and of course Vinyl!
To the special racks! Down every single hall!
Now dash each album, dash each title, now dash away all!"
The delivery man would be busy, to each store he would stop
They gave it a special name, called a Record Store Drop
He knew vinyl was not mobile, just not music on the move
You listen to it in a special room while it plays on a groove
Though there are recorders to make your own cassette, 8 track, or CD
Homes don’t have vinyl recorders, you have to buy them you see
Vinyl albums are large so you can see the pictures and read the words
In early days, or for little known artists, it is the only way to know their worlds
The delivery man finished his record drop at the store
So he flew to the next place to share items some more
Before he vanished from sight, I could clearly hear him say
“Music is Magic, especially on Record Store Day”!
Two Elves
I saw a picture of two elves with different colors. It made me think about how people get
along and how they don't get along. Sometimes, we can be brain washed by politics, commercials,
peer pressure, power, money, drugs, intimidation, etc. I wrote the poem to remind me that
people can be drawn apart but they can also reconcile.
There once was an elf that wore mostly red
His friend was an elf who wore mostly green
They were such friends that it was said
They were together whenever they were seen
Then others told them how different they were
It started to make their friendly notions blur
They looked at the negative points in each other
They became enemies instead of brothers
Each elf joined with elves of the same colored condition
It became about rules and very little about reason
There was a sense of security of a group giving might
But right is not always popular and popular is not always right
The two elves found that it is not about the self in the elf
They realized it is more about the group in the soup
We can tolerate instead of hate, for all have worth
For united we stand, despite differences, for peace on earth
What Did You Do?
I was thinking about how we are saved by grace and not by anything that we do. I related it
to rescue. If we are struggling in the water and a lifeguard comes to rescue us, did we do
anything? No, just allowed the lifeguard to do the rescue. It is the same with Jesus! By asking
Jesus as Savior, you are asking him to rescue you so you can live forever in Heaven!
I drifted to the deep water and didn't know how to swim
But suddenly, I called a lifeguard and I was safe with him
I drifted to the world and sure couldn't find any way out
But suddenly, I called for Jesus, who saved me without a doubt
We found another drifter who was confused and lost
But suddenly, we pointed him to Jesus who paid the cost
And they asked us, What did you do? What did you do?
To accomplish this escape from a dangerous stew
We explained it wasn't us, it was a gift from another
We didn't do anything but simply accept it like a brother
Someone else paid the price for our release
But it gave us the ultimate security and peace
God's salvation is a free gift from his loving grace
Read the Bible, to find it, it is the greatest place
For we can't do anything to earn our salvation
But we can praise God for it, with celebration
God's salvation plan is the beauty from above
And we can tell others not by duty but by love
What did you do? What did you do? What did you do?
Just allowed Him to work through me and you
Words To Wendy
I worked with Wendy Zank. One day, I distictly remember her saying "Bye Don" and the end of
a work day and then I never saw her again. She was only 33 years old and died from a stroke.
I couldn't get much sleep thinking about it. I remember waking up at 3 AM and my cat was
staring at me like he knew I was in mourning. I wrote down this poem at that time. Death can
be so sudden at times. It reminds us to value the time you have with others for we don't know
how much more time any of us has.
It’s 3 in the morn
I feel so worn and torn
Sleep can’t hold me down for very long
I look for comfort by thinking of a song
But, again, I just wake up and tear up
And mourn in the quiet morn
My cat can sense the sadness in my eyes
It is too early to find anything wise
Most of the world is asleep
And thoughts of you are what I keep
You left too early on the current track
If we could, we would bring you back
For this situation, we can’t fully understand
So we leave this in our creator’s hands
I can see you saying “C’mon guys, calm down”
But it will take some time to ease this frown
I don’t know if you will ever fully see
How much your caring and uniqueness stays in our memory
We’ll always miss you
And never forget you
Despite all the pain we’re going through
We still count it a privilege to have known you
And with all those thoughts in mind
There are also tears of joy left behind
Thank you so much for being here
We’re better people from having you near
I can’t say goodbye no matter how I try
Instead, I’ll say “see ya later” up high
Youth Of Yesterday
I went to my Uncle John Reina's funeral in the Pittsburgh suburbs. When Betty and I traveled
back to Erie, I thought about how you don't see the older people enough. They either die or
they are somewhere where not many visit them. It is like they are hidden away. It was then
when a phrase came to my mind of "Here's to the youth of yesterday, they're still around,
just hid away". I knew then that it had to be the start of a poem and I finished the poem soon
after that. My uncle taught my brother and me our first card trick. Years later, I showed the
same trick to my nephews, carrying the tradition of passing on a card trick from uncles to
nephews!
Here's to the youth of yesterday
They're still around, just hid away
The world tends to put them up on a shelf
As if they are aliens of their former self
They think they are ugly, slow, and weak
As if they have somehow passed their peak
But if you would only take time to visit them now
You won't be too late to see the treasure they endow
They know what you are going through
They have good advice to help you
For with their experience, knowledge, and sense
They also have understanding and patience
We all grow older and realize our current life is a temporary strife
But by accepting Jesus as Savior, we have an eternal permanent life!
The true fountain of youth is not looks, speed, strength, or physical
The true fountain of youth is trusting in a new life in the spiritual
So, here's to the youth of yesterday
They're still around, just hid away
Let's learn from them about joy and sorrow
For we are the "youth of yesterday" for tomorrow
Fair Weather Friend
Musician John Dawson Read recorded his first album on acetate in the early 70's. He never
released the album but some of the songs were released in future recordings. There are still
seven songs from that album that have not been released. I know nothing about them except
their titles. So, I wondered if I could write a poem for each one just by only knowing the
titles. I was able to do that, making for an interesting experiment. This poem is about
those who seem to be around only during the good times (fair weather) and it is about
forgiving them and moving on.
It could be the friends of a prodigal son
Or some wedding crashers could be the ones
They act like a true friend to really help you
But when the rain falls, they are out of view
Go ahead and help that fair weather friend
It's more about giving than getting in the end
Someone showed unconditional love to you
Why not just carry that kind gift forward too
Let's make it contagious so more can become
A rainy day friend to support what needs done
Talk to fair weather friends and they may change
If not, you could limit what you share and arrange
Sometimes you give them space and back away from them
After time and maturity, the friendship may reblossum
Go ahead and help that fair weather friend
It's more about giving than getting in the end
Someone showed unconditional love to you
Why not just carry that kind gift forward too
Let's make it contagious so more can become
A rainy day friend to support what needs done
First Thoughts Of Morning
This is from an unreleased song by John Dawson Read where only the title is known. I wrote a
poem to fit the title. It is about the freshness of a new day and welcoming the adventure that
awaits.
Are you ready for a brand new day?
It may depend where your mind stays
You may see it as too stunning
or a distinct opportunity running
It's a new clean slate, like the start of a song
You know more than yesterday how to carry on
Oh the first thoughts of morning, you hear the birds
The sun on the horizon, beyond description and words
Your mind is refreshed from a blessing called sleep
The first coffee tastes so good, you're ready to leap
Tackle the day for you could find amazing treasure
That could help us all beyond measure and pleasure
That new day is not there to dread
It waits for you to use and move ahead
Noone has fully arrived and really graduated
There is more to see, to be further educated
So the day waits for you to fly over and hover
There is something yet to discover and uncover
Oh the first thoughts of morning, you hear the birds
The sun on the horizon, beyond description and words
Your mind is refreshed from a blessing called sleep
The first coffee tastes so good, you're ready to leap
Tackle the day for you could find amazing treasure
That could help us all beyond measure and pleasure
Lessons For The Day Are Over
This is from an unreleased song by John Dawson Read where only the title is known. I wrote a
poem to fit the title. It is about switching gears between rest and projects. Rest can recharge
you and projects will eventually exhaust you. So, the cycle continues!
What a joy to learn and grasp something new
More prepared for a future to go through
The early days of balancing on a moving bike
The struggling to then attain the juggling you like
The first time you stayed afloat and could swim
It felt like flying over water and was such a win
There's a time to take a break from education
A time to rest and relax and take a vacation
Time to recharge your tired brain
Mediate on what can yet be gained
Go ahead and roll in the clover
Lessons for the day are over
On another day you can improve on old lessons
Then tackle new lessons with the best intentions
It can take some time, sometimes lots of time
You adjust and then finally get your goal in line
Black has little meaning without white
A contrast of study and nap is always right
There's a time to take a break from education
A time to rest and relax and take a vacation
Time to recharge your tired brain
Mediate on what can yet be gained
Go ahead and roll in the clover
Lessons for the day are over
Lessons for the day are over!
Oh What A Dream
This is from an unreleased song by John Dawson Read where only the title is known. I wrote a
poem to fit the title. It is about a dream for team work and unity.
We all have some lacking
We all have some cracking
We all have some attitude
We all have some aptitude
I could help someone with a need
Someone could help me with a deed
Could it come to be?
What your closed eyes see
More unity wrapped like a nice coil
Would lessen the cases of turmoil
It takes a team
Oh what a dream
It can be seen
Oh what a dream
We all have a few needs
We all can start some leads
We all have a few pleads
We all can plant some seeds
I can't help all but can help one
If each one gives and takes, we all have won
Could it come to be?
What your closed eyes see
More unity wrapped like a nice coil
Would lessen the cases of turmoil
It takes a team
Oh what a dream
It can be seen
Oh what a dream
OH WHAT A DREAM!
Our Lady Of Music
This is from an unreleased song by John Dawson Read where only the title is known. I wrote a
poem to fit the title. The title made me think of Karen Carpenter. It is a celebration of
someone with a wonderful singing voice!
From the beginning, music was your first choice
Captured by it while singing with a special voice
Encouraged always by your older brother
Your voice on speakers is magic to all others
Our Lady of Music, master of arts
Your voice and soul touches our hearts
Your music is real and sincere
The best that anyone can hear
Thanks to recordings we adore
Your music will live forever more!
You march to your own unique drum
Nobody matches you in days to come
Just a short life here then it was goodbye to love
Now you sing with angels in Heaven above
Our Lady of Music, master of arts
Your voice and soul touches our hearts
Your music is real and sincere
The best that anyone can hear
Thanks to recordings we adore
Your music will live forever more!
Summer Song
This is from an unreleased song by John Dawson Read where only the title is known. I wrote a
poem to fit the title. It is about celebrating the special summer season and celebrating
music!
Longer daylight and fresh outdoor air
Summer can take you away from care
Hiking and biking, nothing out of reach
Go for a swim for it's all smiles at the beach
Corn on the cob with a morsel stuck in your tooth
Brings back memories when you were a youth
So mix the music with summer weather
And your heart will be light as a feather
Oh, it's here for a just a season
Cherish it for just that very reason
There's warmth and joy so nothing's wrong
You can't do much better than a summer song
Reduce stress and improve your mood
Music is a great mental health food
Time for comfort and soothing that heals
Music even helps memory and how you feel
It's a summer high along with a music high
There's no stressing, just a double blessing
So mix the music with summer weather
And your heart will be light as a feather
Oh, it's here for a just a season
Cherish it for just that very reason
There's warmth and joy so nothing's wrong
You can't do much better than a summer song
The Boat That Takes Me Home
This is from an unreleased song by John Dawson Read where only the title is known. I wrote a
poem to fit the title. It is about the ride to rest, following an adventure.
So much accomplished today
Low on energy but will say hooray
For it's time to wind down and progress to rest
To recharge batteries to later be at my best
The ride home needs to be calm
Smooth going away from any harm
Oh the boat that takes me home
Near my loved ones, a comfort zone
It's a cushion of water for a smooth ride
To soften the nerves on a painless glide
Half of the delight of the navigation
Is looking forward to the destination
Oh the boat that takes me home, to me
Is the needed means to an end for me
Once home, all of the repairs do start
Rest helps the physical and mental hearts
At home, I start to become the new me again
Not a zombie confused on the where and when
On to another day for another goal to achieve
Tired from that, will need another boat to receive
Oh the boat that takes me home
Near my loved ones, a comfort zone
It's a cushion of water for a smooth ride
To soften the nerves on a painless glide
Half of the delight of the navigation
Is looking forward to the destination
Oh the boat that takes me home, to me
Is the needed means to an end for me
That's all of the poems!
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