Showing posts with label Farmhouse windows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Farmhouse windows. Show all posts

Monday, March 12, 2012

AUTUMN BREEZES


AUTUMN BREEZES

I love the breeze of autumn
As it blows through my hair
I love the changing colours
And leaves falling everywhere.

I love the breeze of autumn
That first hint of a changing season
I love the river swiftly flowing
I love the rhyme and reason.

I love the breeze of autumn
The colours red and gold
Nature in her glory
Strong and very bold.

I love the breeze of autumn
The shortening of the days
I love the lengthening shadows
Bringing joy in so many ways.

I love the breeze of autumn
Like a friend’s warm embrace
I love the breeze of autumn
And the raindrops on my face.

I love the breeze of autumn
Nature’s creatures gathering in store
Food for long cold and dreary days
As winter knocks upon our door.

I love the breeze of autumn
And my heart gives thanks indeed
For loving care and tenderness
Which makes me rich indeed.

©Linda J. Vaughan

Thursday, June 23, 2011

FARMHOUSE WINDOWS

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This is something I wrote to a prompt a while ago - the prompt was "Farmhouse Windows"


FARMHOUSE WINDOWS

Now close all the windows and hush all the fields
The farmer has gone to his rest.
No more will he struggle against all odds,
No more will he be put to the test.

Now close all the windows and hush all the fields
No more ploughing and reaping.
No more long days of work in weather obscene
His memory we should be keeping.

Now close all the windows and hush all the fields
They were the heart of this man !
Each morning he’d wake and from this window
The fields of his farm he would scan.

Now close all the windows and hush all the fields
Let’s try to keep the pain outside.
Tears are flowing and we just ache
With a pain we cannot hide.

Now close all the windows and hush all the fields
To keep his memory within
A comfortable farmhouse which sheltered
So many of his kith and kin.

Now open all the windows and wake all the fields
We should be true to this man,
Let’s struggle and work on this old farm
Doing the best that we can.

©Linda J. Vaughan
14th. March 2005