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Did you ever stop to think
What it would be like,
Without the birds that sing?
Without the golden sun,
...
It started out a nice day
Warm, sunny and bright
But then something happened
That turned day into night.
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Look what someone has gone and done,
Turned two buildings into none.
The Pentagon was the next one hit,
Will this nightmare ever quite?
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Today is not a day for grieving,
Nor a day we should be sad,
For Sarah is with God in heaven,
And for that we should be glad.
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When things just aren't going right
And you think your life's a mess
You just can't find the answers
So you try and take a guess.
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It was the night before Christmas and all through the garage
Not a creature was stirring not even my Dodge.
The tires were hung on the bumper with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas will fill them with air.
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It entered through the window
And bounced up off the floor
It bounced around the room
And bounced off all the doors.
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I saw that woman again
I see her almost every day
And every time I see her
She melts my heart away.
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Why is it that, the first thing,
A new born baby does is cry?
Is it that it knows about
The world that faces you and I?
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It's that day of the year again
A day to honor my Mother
When I take the time to tell her
'I love you like no other'.
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What is beauty
Does anybody really know
Is it what is in your heart
Or what your face and body show
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I don't think anyone has ever seen him
He comes mostly in the night
Don't think anyone knows why
Maybe he's afraid of the light.
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The troops are coming home.
They say the war is over.
Could this be their lucky day?
Is this their four leaf clover?
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It's over now and the sun is out
And now there's a different view
Of what there was and what is left
From Mother Natures child, Andrew.
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Stop To Think?
Did you ever stop to think
What it would be like,
Without the birds that sing?
Without the golden sun,
That surrounds everything?
Did you ever stop to think
What it would be like,
Without the trees so tall?
Without the falling leaves,
That always comes with Fall?
Did you ever stop to think
What it would be like,
Without the streams and lakes?
Without that babbling brook,
And the winding path it takes?
Did you ever stop to think
What it would be like,
Without the clouds so white?
Without all the dark clouds,
That turn day into night?
Did you ever stop to think
What it would be like,
Without the wind that blows?
Without the cold and chill,
Every time it snows?
Did you ever stop to think
What it would be like,
Without flowers in the Spring?
Without the wonderful smell,
That new blossoms bring?
Did you ever stop to think
What it would be like,
Without thunder and the rain?
Without the vast open fields,
Of ripe, golden grain?
Did you ever stop to think
What it would be like,
Without a valley or a hill?
Without snow capped mountains,
That tons of rocks can build?
Did you ever stop to think
What it would be like,
If all this was made by man?
He could never do it,
Only Mother Nature can.
Did you ever stop to think
What it would be like,
If your life was gone in a wink?
No, I'll bet you haven't,
So you'd
Better
Stop
And
Think.
I never really paid much attention to these things until I was told that I have cancer.
Now I Stop and Think.
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4/23/2024 9:39:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Gordon, I just read 'Did You Ever Stop to Think.' You've touched my heart. I admit at the beginning, I thought you were using some cliches, but then I realized there was much more going on, and I read on to the end. They weren't cliches - they were the primal surroundings of our being, made more beautiful by our ability to think about them. My husband, Tony, was diagnosed with prostate cancer in 1995, and we embarked on a long and sometimes arduous journey through many treatments and procedures. Through it all, my Tony maintained the attitude you express in your poem-he always stopped to think. We sold everything, bought a very long fifth-wheel trailer and pickup and took off across America. We crossed the Sierra Nevada mountains in winter, saw Christmas decorations in Salt Lake City, climbed Angel's Landing in Zion National Park, backpacked for a week or so down in Grand Canyon and so on. He was such a joy to share life with. Ten years later, we lived in an idyllic canyon in California where he worked every day on the little cottage we rented. A few days before his journey finally ended, he worked outside, wheeling big cans of rocks back to a storage area, whistling as he worked. He always stopped to think. Thank you for reminding me.