Written By Sparrows Mother
To One I Love
When we first met just casually
Your handshake firm and strong
It awakened that spark in me
That I thought was dead so long
Two eyes so understandingly
Looking quietly into mine
Saying try to be happy again
Let your love be with mine
Before the ends of time
To ease your heart of pain
We parted for a little while
This did not break the tie
As when I came back again
Another life was nigh
One night we walked away from town
The street lights and the crowds
To a little bridge across a stream
We stood in moonlight pale
As there it was my heart so full
I told you I loved you so
I could not keep the tears from you
As something urged me on
Though you said that love could not be
I knew that we were strong
With bursting heart I gazed far away
Prayers to the one above
The moon and stars seemed brighter
As you answered of my love
My heart was so much lighter now
As “I love you” brought a smile
Through my tears of feelings so
Now that the barriers were broken
This solitude would go
I‘ll always be contented now
When waiting patiently for you
Knowing that you share my happiness
I thought could never be
This means the entire world to me
To hold your hand and feel you near
Was to me just a spot of heaven.
That one day that we would share
Since we have shared our love as this
Then let it never be
For you to say in your own world
That you are not good enough for me
We cannot plan our lives it’s true
But love was kept for you and me
As we journey on
V. B. Howard
A quiet time
Written by Sparrow
I needed rest,
for my thoughts,
had gone astray.
A walk in the woods
would quell my fears
There I am one
There I drift
the quiet engulfs me
calming my soul
Legs become vague
Then are gone
Floating with the breeze
I touch the leaves
yet they remain unmoved
It is my way
I see the drift
of problems dismissed
then peace descends
I wonder should I join
the rat race out there
it is a part of me
I drift on toward me
joining once again
the things that make me
The loss of being free
is to be alive
in a physicality
Ian T
Written by Sparrows Son
Young waters
As young we see an ocean deep
Waves that rise far above untouched by reason
Currents so strong pushing us again to the shallows
These we touch and feel giving us reason for a while
The waves and currents are what we seek
To understand how to be
We enter the outer waves not knowing
The direction becomes unseen
We are mere pieces of driftwood
Floating where we should not be
Wanting so much to understand
There are moments in life given, allowing us to see
The reasons and the knowledge to be
Wander into the sea walking, as we know how
Then we may begin to learn
Richard
Unmarked
Written by Sparrows Grand Daughter
Here lies someone
absent be thy name
and November comes
their job is done
indeed they are in heaven.
Who are you?
I wish to thank you for all you have done
for the place you have left for me
by leaving yourself
What is your name?
Are you the weeds that live
where you once lay?
The courage in the dandelion
or the strength in the grass?
I’m sure you get visitors.
The birds all sing their thanks
the mice play where you once fought
over trenches, rabbits dance.
Crickets chirp where the bugle blew
all of it of course, for you.
How old were you?
When you joined the fight?
When your friends first fell?
When you did too?
Did any family come looking for you?
I dare not move the weeds
for they are a part of you
I did leave a seed among them
for hopes it will join them too.
Poppies grew
stained with blood
Eternal sleep in meaning
Reflected in its hue
Rest in peace.
Purple Hobbit
4 Generations
Sparrows Mother born 1906
Sparrow born 1942
Sparrows Son born 1980
Sparrows Grand daughter born 2001
Just four pieces that stretch across 95 years I wonder if any one else has such writings,
Enjoy yours as always Ian.T
you Mr Sparrow
SHOULD HAVE two kids
a gal and boy
Well it's a long snowy night
shall wait for the morning glory
to pen my treat
in ink
Loved
Thank you for being here and at the moment just you have visited me here.
I have four children on the Earth plain two of each, They are spread far and wide can't rem the last time I spoke to them but They are all OK..
Anyway I am waiting for my Great Grand daughter to write a poem so tha I can edit the title and see who else bothers.
Take care out there in the snow,
Yours as always Ian..
hence
neopoet will have to wait
for my fourth generation
to keep in pace
yet from space
diligence
of a time when writing and oration
penmenship was a value
Glad too read these generation poems
the creative spirit alive and well
in all these works!
my daughter was writing here for
a time...and an ex...
we were all writers
I dont talk to them anymore
but hope they are doing okay
I think poets are cool
and to have a family is
even more so!
Thank U Sparrow!
mR wOlf
Steve
Thanks for you most welcome visit, I am waiting for my Great grand daughter to write something so that we can have five generations in one lump.
No matter what I think, that it would be good just to drop your daughter a line even if only to say you love her, which I bet you do, as to the ex well that is another route less trodden.
If you don't communicate just send them love..
Yours as always Ian..
Ian,
Very cool, thanks for sharing your
generations with us.
Thanks Richard
We don't comment much on each others words, but we always know you are there,
Thanks for dropping in I have lots going on at the moment.
Anne my wife has had a tumour removed from the roof of her mouth this affects the hearing and eating as they have put a temporary plate in.
Next Monday I am having a cataract op in the morning and Anne has to see her surgeon in the afternoon, but I shall be able to keep an eye on things (not Two),
Take care and our love to all your folks,
Yours Ian, Anne and the children
all the best t u 2
as we age
such things happen
I have one eye
in the docs oven
and other things are following
now I am a living
loving
deaf being
did u not know
Loved
You told us you had a problem hearing, but look on the bright side your writing is equal to that lol
Only joking young Bard says Ian smiling broadly, not at a broad.
Take care good to walk with you,
Yours as always Ian..
smiling broadly, not at a broad.... better start quickly lol
smiling broadly,
not at a broad.
and
I admire you for your memory
Bard born free
Loved
This site lets me reminisce and connect with people all over the world.
Becoming old is a fact of life for us all and now we have a media that allows us freedom to talk to nearly all the people in the world.
The world is changing so much, I have suggested to Trump that instead of building fences and walls along the Mexican border that the great USA builds Factories and education facilities.
This would solve many problems where the Mexicans would have a place to work and a place where their children could become educated.
It would be a first giant leap for the world and could be carried out in many others.
The USA has the capability of doing this and becoming a first in world leadership of this type.
The education facility could be used for selection of any that the USA could employ in the States.
The USA border with Canada is fine but to have a southern border that would become a world show piece would benefit the world if run correctly.
Just thought I would run this past you lol
Take care young Bard and now we care,
Yours Ian..