Away above the deep blue sky
higher than the highest high
neither near nor far away
is there a place that I can lay
my weary head so I can pray
to the God that gave this day.
A touch of spring, crisp cool air
a time to love a time to share
and most of all a time to care.
Author notes
This poem was written in 1968 when I was, Ten Years Old.
The first poem I ever wrote was a satire on "The Night Before Christmas"
That was in 1966 at the age of "Eight"
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Comments
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Well, you still got it and you had it then. Ironically it certainly fits this day, here in Vancouver. It's the sort of day you see such a revelation in.
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this is so cute
a beautiful prayer
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