Waldon Pond Productions
Waldon Pond Productions Poems
|42.||Searching For Yesterday||11/11/2009|
|43.||Seeds Of Life||11/11/2009|
|44.||The Measure Of Ones Self||11/11/2009|
|45.||I Can'T See God||11/11/2009|
|46.||I Fear Not Death||11/11/2009|
|48.||What Is True Love?||11/11/2009|
|49.||Who Deserves To Live?||11/11/2009|
|50.||You Are My Music||11/11/2009|
|51.||Love & Pain...Are You||11/11/2009|
|52.||If There Is Remembrance||11/12/2009|
|53.||Is Love Enough?||11/13/2009|
|55.||Treasures Of Life||11/11/2009|
|56.||Lyrics Of Life||11/11/2009|
|60.||006-Sing Me No Sad Songs||11/11/2009|
|61.||I Knew You Were Gone...Before You Left.||11/11/2009|
|62.||009-Bath Me In Your Tears||11/11/2009|
|63.||002-I Miss You||11/11/2009|
|64.||002-When Do I Think Of You?||11/11/2009|
|65.||005-How Could You Not Know?||11/11/2009|
|68.||012-The Last Sunset||11/11/2009|
Comments about Waldon Pond Productions
Hush...hush my darling, listen to our hearts...
as they beat as one. In the stillness
of this quiet time...can you see the gift
of yesterdays and the promise of tomorrow?
Can you hear the choir of the angels,
as they sing their songs of love?
Hush...can you hear my muted words of
love and caring? Can you feel my soul...
as it merges with yours?
Hush...as the wind plays in the trees and
the rain falls gently, as it plops against the
window and dances on the roof.
Hush...our baby sleeps and a distant violin,
004-Songs From The Grave
And from the graves, where names were carved in
stone, came the mournful Ballards, of life gone by.
A Ballard sang by mothers, whose children left behind,
and left to sing their ballads, of tears that did remain.
And what of Fathers Ballard, whose job was not complete,
who died and sang his song, of things that could not be.