George Wootton Poems

When best-laid plans have fallen to waste
and frustration abounds in their former place,
when failure looms with doubts and fears
we must endeavor to persevere!
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Robins on the front lawn, waiting for a worm,
back from winters hideaway where days were mostly warm.
Shovel in the flowerbeds, blisters on my hands,
sparrows in my martin house, bare feet in the sand.
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The grand old house is gone now from the hill on which it stood,
for a hundred years and then some, through the bad years and the good.
It was my favorite landmark on this often traveled road
to see it sent me dreaming of the toils of time it showed.
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Mother, such a beautiful word just the sound brings a smile to my heart.
Just the thought of the word takes me back through the years by the memories that shall never depart.
Memories of an often rebellious child unknowing of her grief and pain,
unwilling to help ease her burdens and fears, harboring only thoughts of self gain.
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Once upon a fairy tale a girl set longing gaze,
She dreamed of knights on chargers
And a prince to fill her days.
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Christmas trees and Christmas bells
Christmas lights and all the frills.
Smiles on all the children’s faces
Special foods and yuletide graces.
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With heart heavy-laden I remember back when
things were much different way back then.
When neighbors were neighbors for miles around,
not just some other person living in the same town.
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Long ago and far away
God created a soul one day.
A beautiful soul it had to be
for it had a special purpose you see.
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Oh regal crown what brow is this
that fiery thorn doth pierce.
What tear doth well in bleeding eye
for soul of man to shield.
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The old lighthouse on yonder reef still stands
warning pilgrims of the dangers in unseen lands.
Death lurks for the unwary pilgrims here
as ships drive onward toward destruction so near.
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