Lake of Dreams
by Katlin
Is there no end, where did it begin,
A mother stood and did not look in.
This maiden fair had opened her arms
so much talent, I had to applaud.
This creature who reached out in the dark
to capture the moment but created a spark
To render her love, to render her grace
like fine tiny threads woven like lace.
A journey was started many years ago,
when one day her spirits had sunk very low,
It wouldn't defeat her, it wouldn't allow
the hatred, the sadness to remain on her brow,
She struggled, she searched,
she reached out her hands,
she grasped at the weakest of all strands.
Each day she would rise and know in her heart,
she would find something useful of her to impart
so time as it will, passed darkness to light
the clouds they all vanished like day into night
all her tomorrows would be faced with a smile
she'd walk from the shadows mile after mile.
AN OBSERVATION
by Paul McPhee
He stood before the headstone, his head was bowed in prayer,
The memories flowed, as did the tears, for the souls that were buried there.
They had laughed, and cried, fought and died, for beliefs that they held true,
They shed their blood, on the field of battle, to buy freedom for me and you.
We can make the difference, let them not have died in vain,
Let's make a world of happiness, and not a world of pain.
When you see your neighbour in distress, stop and lend a hand,
Forget about compensation, try to understand.
Only by helping others, are we able to help ourselves,
If we are to build a better world, we must leave payback on the shelf.
When the people on this planet work only for the common good,
When words, looks and gestures are not misunderstood,
When bigotry, violence and hatred, once and for all does cease,
Then and only then..........will this world rest in peace.
