Biography of Jacquie StewartHeimann
My favorite and my Inspiration!
We are Seven
- - - - A Simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.
She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
- Her beauty made me glad.
'Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be? '
'How many? Seven in all, ' she said
And wondering looked at me.
'And where are they? I pray you tell.'
She answered, 'Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea.
'Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother.'
'You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven! - I pray you tell,
Sweet Maid, how this may be.'
Then did the little Maid reply,
'Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree.'
'You run about, my little Maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the church-yard laid,
Then ye are only five.'
'Their graves are green, they may be seen, '
The little Maid replied,
'Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,
And they are side by side.
'My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit,
And sing a song to them.
'And often after sunset, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.
'The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.
'So in the church-yard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.
'And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side.'
'How many are you, then, ' said I,
'If they two are in heaven? '
Quick was the little Maid's reply,
'O Master! we are seven.'
'But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven! '
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, 'Nay, we are seven! '
by William Wordsworth
Jacquie StewartHeimann Poems
Just Like You!
I glance down and smile My little girl looks at me In my best dress and shoes Red lipstick on her grinning face
(To TC upon her graduation) Fearful steps Great unknown
White and fluffy, sailing through the sky Images of our childhood dreams A fiery dragon, a pirate ship An angel with gossamer wings
I turn on the TV and what do I see Tons of disasters blaring at me Murder and rapists, bombs and attacks What in the world can I say about that
Cry Me A River
Cry me a river Then sing out a song Go celebrate life After I'm gone
Sun peeks, moon sets Scented evergreens sway softly Hushed silence, muffled footsteps An eagle calls from overhead
As I stood staring at the trees Devoid of color, empty of leaves I feel a great sadness and depression Could this be one of lifes' little lessons
Like two leaves Gently swirling, twirling Briefly touching Floating through the air
Best friends Once close Drift away Why?
Where Have The Angels Gone?
They look down Tears fall Sadness overwhelms The deaths, the tragedies, the strife
Cassie And Ian
Cassie stands there Fair of face Kind and true Full of grace
The Summer I Was Four
Dedicated to Tabitha Marie Utzig, Age 4 I slept with my favorite toys Went swinging in the park
The Neverending Winter
A new day dawns with colors red The morning creeps across the bed As I arise to start the day
The searing sun beats down A birds cry shrieks from overhead The silence stretches out... Broken by the shout 'Batter Up! '
We see the frail old woman
Sitting in the park
Her face is worn and furrowed
Her hair no longer dark
To see life etched so deeply
The wrinkles are entwined
Age is unforgiving
Runs quickly through our mind