Little Sparks Poem by jim hogg

The ships have gone,
the tide is out,
the sky is blue.

The day is done,
the seagulls cry,
the breeze is cool.

And I am old,
and I am cold,
and still a fool.

But I can smile,
for bluebells will
be coming soon.

And all the trees
by London Road
will blossom too.


And I recall
that I had dreams
and I had time.

And there was love
and mystery,
and they were 'mine'.

Though we don't own
the love we've known;
we stand in line,

until the flood
comes sweeping in,
and then the flight.

For beauty thrilled
and duty built
some kind of life.


And there were trials:
the ones I failed,
the ones I passed.

And I don't know
which matters most
or what will last.

A kindness done;
a little light
on shadows cast?

The arms I fled,
the vows betrayed,
the flames I fanned.

Excuses made;
the gift of time
I spent too fast.


And there were friends
I left behind
along the way.

And paradise
I found at sea,
but wouldn't stay.

So many hills
I meant to climb,
but went astray.

The thorns that thirled,
the blooms that healed,
the myths that swayed.

The lips I've missed,
the touch that swept,
the love that slayed.


My folks are gone
and just like me,
they tried their best.

Their lives were hard,
and we were cursed,
and we were blessed.

Their world flows on
though houses fall,
and stories end.

As night arrives,
the birds have flown,
the lights glow red.

And in the east
the brightest star:
lone Sirius.


(chorus)

And in the end
it all comes down
to little things.

The little sparks
that light the night,
or waken spring.

A moment's thought,
the penny dropped,
and sudden wings.

A gentle touch,
a falling leaf,
the summer wind.

The glance that holds,
the open hand,
the heart that will.



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