Esther Thornburg Poems

Bewond the city lights
The stars shine bright.
Not dimmed by lights below
Unseen be those beneath the glow
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It took God to make a tree.
Study its lessons free.
Great are the wonders of His ways,
There are preparations for many days.
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Not feeling well is cause to seek the herb garden.
Let us meet the contents standing guard.
Some plants used for centuries gone by
Holding secrets that work, is why.
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Many times destiny seems to call
Was it all handwriting on the wall

Difficulties over shadow the day
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The author opens the notebook to an empty page
To display the craft, to embed another image
Record another tale, try another style
Research well, check the file, may take awhile.
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Why miss out on:
The dawning of the day?
The sunrise first ray?
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Grandma's vine is still growing fine Storing nutrients for another time.
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The old prospector works alone
Seeks his find, makes it his own
The book on the shelf lays silent alone
Until the words find a home
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When the son rises to the north
Of the old north barn
And the day begins early
Out there, on the farm.
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When it is school reunion time,
Walk again the old school halls.
Memories, emotions, review it all.
The auditorium, stage, and curtain call.
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