Jim Harmon

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Born at the beginning of WW2 in the wheat belt of Oklahoma, Jim, the oldest of two children, was blessed with artistic talent that included music, art and literary abilities. His voice was considered angelic and was always the youngest member of the church choirs his family attended. Jim started his music studies in the 5th grade with the sax and played all through college in various bands. He began writing poetry in high school, publishing his first poem, Love, The Essence of Life in 1956. His love for sailing began with the reading of The Con Tiki. Over the years he owned seven sailboats and actually lived on his 43 ft. boat Amazing Grace for six years in the Caribbean. Now retired and having started a new business in the midst of the recession, Jim splits his time between writing and his Mykittypalm.com business. He plans to self publish his vast poems and lyrics in the near future.)

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The Ashes Of Christmas Past

There were many times before
When I had everything to put beneath the tree.
But the silken bows and tinsels glow
Were just pretty wrappings for things
That would be gone and forgotten
Like the reasons before the last snows of the season.

Many trees and bright packages came and went
Leaving only a mess of needles and paper to send up the chimney
Adding their dying glow to the coldness and the snow
In the bleak grayness of the early morning.

The coldness of separation lay on my heart
Like impenetrable drifts made even harder
by the chilling winds and the sun
that could only turn the snow to ice.

Today there is no snow and the ice is all gone.
The sun ripens the bright orange and yellow ornaments
That only God can provide.
They always came in baskets with green plastic straw
At Christmas time.

Now I have little to put beneath the tree,
But my heart has thawed and the reasons for feeling
And giving have returned.
I think I shall simply put a bow on my chest
And give myself to you in hopes that the reasons
for doing so will not be forgotten.

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