Biography of lindsay Dougherty
words come to me from time to time some i write down others are lost in the wind from where they came
lindsay Dougherty Poems
Fear not the dark ahead Our hearts and hands will always be near Bathe in life's lights While it's shine is bright
Shadows We walk in the shadows of others and others walk in ours. Our lives shine bright like beacons or are as dim as the dark. We reach out for one and another not knowing what we will find.
Our parents when we see through young eyes. When our hearts, are only, filled with want. They seem like a hindrance, To what we want and think we need.
Time brings us all to heal Time takes the strength from the strong Time takes the youth from the young Time makes the seed a tree
I will be the breath in you when you are sad I will be your heart when you are glad I will make the sun shine just for you I will be all the good in you I can
When life’s struggle got you bye the neck its squeezing the soul from you Its choking the goodness and warmth from your body. Its making you scream with the pressure and the pain Its making you forget the good and look toward the in sane
Manawatu gorge The manawatu gorge a place of solid rock or just natures toy Of step bush lined gullies
I will be strong. I will stand up and face life’s wind of thorns, with a strong mind and open heart. I will accept life’s pleasures with gladness and glee. I will treasure and learn from life’s lessons and share them if need be.
Wind rain and the bone chill of cold Is this the anger of the weather god sending us merely made of flesh a warning? A warning not to stand to tall in the order of things A warning of how brick and cement hardened for a hundred years can crumble and be washed away in a mere moment
The faces of people are many Some beam with joy their sprit busting to get out Some are trapped in their own world showing nothing of their inner self to the outside Some have the look of purpose a mission to complete
Bumper to bumper a long serpent of brake lights Moving inch bye inch Joined together by fumes of diesel and petrol This giant snake of vehicles creeps slowly forward egger to be gone
Shinning and gleaming she sits and waits. Created with love and sweat of many she waits. At last she is placed gently into the water. She is at last where she belongs.
They roll to the shore like a giant line of soldier’s line after line They crash and smash them self’s with a roar like thunder upon the rocks and sand The sight of such giant waves makes you marvel at the power of nature. The hissing and froth makes a sight to behold.
The faces of people are many
Some beam with joy their sprit busting to get out
Some are trapped in their own world showing nothing of their inner self to the outside
Some have the look of purpose a mission to complete
Some just meander no set goal in sight
The faces of people are many that many we tend to forget