Youth in spirit is refreshed when
I remember past christmas...grandchildren,
children, neighbor and friend all memorize
ageless closness. Wine sipped in toast
to absorb the warmth remembered from the
shopping mall pictures with Santa Claus
of small figures who sit in his lap.
The hussle of gift gathering in stores
as people hurry to satisify each special
person they chose to share with. Television
glorify...Frosty the Snowman, all the
special entertainment for children. I still
smile in their well ment sentiment while society
gloat over a multitude of worldly pleasure
spread among loved one, yet its meaning bent
away from true gift granted to all while minds
visit where miracle are born.
I am alive again to roll in snow with small one
that scurry up hill to slide back down in laughter.
I am ageless as our time spread honey for our
world... those close, those without, those alone,
those who accept in faith, those who chose to be
without faith, those things good, those things sad,
moments remember our world with Good Will
on our breath as frost float on the wind
to escape our mouths "Peace on Earth."
A contest entry
- Young At Heart by Sandygram.
700 points, ended July 6, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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a good poem, ah yes, christmas and the imagery it all brings, i think when we are kids we love it then we grow out of it for a time but as we get older we return to those childhood days in relaxation's ways and share the joys of memory with the young ones around us and that brings the magic back alive for us. a good poem.
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Wonderful memories in a beautiful poem. I am reminded of the Christmas song, " These Are A few Of My Favorite Things.
Thank you for entering and best of luck in the contest. Take care, Sandy
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