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[aid] => mick
[title] => CHRISTMAS DAY EVENING IN SCOTLAND AND A SNOW WHITE LAWN
[time] => 2004-12-25 18:18:44
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[bodytext] => From a few moments ago... Christmas Day, Scotland 11.55pm - 12.05am -o- I don't believe in God But for those of you who do I say 'God Bless the Innocents'. The decent kids. And the idealists among you. Looking out at a snow white lawn With a full moon up above My heart is full of poetry Of tragedy. And of love. The tragedy of our world today So degraded in its wealth So much is tawdry and sick, fast pleasures and poor health Looking out at purity tonight The moonshine on my lawn At a clear sky, moon and stars I remember what has gone A whole way of life That for my parents was everyday When each heart had such simplicity So pure in their way Inside they were as the sky I see now so innocent and clear My heart fills with a sadness About all that I held dear In a world of cynics, war and pain In a world of material wealth I see so much that has bee lost And most of spiritual gain Though there are pockets of innocence still My poet's heart mourns our loss Of the most part and always will Now only nature sings Of that simple innocence Only the clouds, hills and sky sweet animal patience The lakes, the grass, the trees, the earth So real through and through I love them as I always will But worry so for you... -o- Tonight all is serene The moon reflects from my snowy garden All is white and calm frost diamond shine This is my familiar family home And these are the memories of mine Both my parents gone so hard Taken painfully away No gentle smiling end No time to hold and say It was complete what they had And all the things they hoped It's was left to us to understand And with that knowledge coped A new, complex world faces us Not near pure as my midnight snow Still, a poet's heart is ofteb broke But onward STILL must go... -o- I hope reader by the time you read this you have had a wonderful Christmas Day... ...and have been touched at least once in your day by the innocence that makes this life still bearable, hard though it is... ;) [comments] => 2 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 21 [informant] => steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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