The Most Precious Gift Poem by Tommy Szamosi

I think by far the most precious gift (of all that which I hold)
Is in truth my eyesight... to observe the world unfold -
And by far the most precious of those things that I own
Is my Nikon companion... just look how close we've grown.

We roam by the ocean, the deserts and streams
I and my faithful friend... (who knows all my dreams)
All the doors that she opens with the blink of an eye
Shutter the bouts of loneliness... sustain my natural high.

Seagulls, hawks and albatross, birds of every creed
I yearn to capture all of you, so please forgive my greed -
Innocence and providence glisten on a young girl's face
She smiles and takes such pleasure in a butterfly's royal grace.

The bus stop bench is almost home - to a woman always homeless
Her vision blurred by prejudice, her survival skills now pointless -
Oh Lord I click away at her, this bundled, freightened stranger
Concerned? I wish I knew the truth... wherein lies the danger.

Busdriver, oh busdriver, don't leave her sitting, stranded
On her little island 'neath the sky – hopeless and thus branded -
Give her a lift to a warm seashore where your last stop surely ends
And where the waves on rocks do crash... so that God
can make amends.