MIXED POEMS. Both inspitational and non-inspirational

WHEN I WAS A CHILD.

When I was a child,

I loved to lie snug in my bed,

On a rainy night,

Listening to the sound it made,

On the iron roof.

I loved to run barefoot,

In the puddles the rain made,

And feel the soft mud

Squishing through my toes

I loved to sit in the dark,

And watch lightning

Flash across the sky.

I loved to play dressup,

In my mothers old clothes.

I loved to lick the mixing bowl,

After my mother had made a cake.

I loved to lie on my back,

And watch the clouds change shape.

I loved to climb a tree

And sit among its branches.

I loved to play in the piles

Of new cut grass

The smell twitching my nose.

I loved the simple things of life.

When I was a child.

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WAITING

The room was almost silent

Just the crackling of a fire

That cast shadows across the room.

At the window stood a woman

Gazing out at the far hills

There tops shrouded in clouds.

She prayed as she watched

Prayed for her little son,

Who had been lost in those hills

Lost for three days now.

All the men in the district,

Had been out searching,

For her beloved son.

Then at last out of the gloom,

A rider came in to view.

Her heart jumped within her

As she rushed to the door

Her thoughts were in turmoil

Was the news good or bad?

Then as the rider drew closer,

She could see seated before him,

Her beloved little son, safe.

Her prayers had been answered.

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I HAD A DREAM.

I dreamt I looked upon a peaceful scene,

A valley between gently rolling hills,

With a river running through it.

Green fields grew along its banks,

With cattle grazing in them.

Flowers of many colours

Growing on the hill slopes.

Then beneath a tree I saw myself,

Seated at the Masters feet,

There was a look of rapture on my face,

As I listened to his words.

I strained to hear what was being said.

But then I woke with tears on my face

And an ache in my heart for that lost dream.

But then I realized that I could hear

His voice if I listened carefully

For he is with me always

Every moment of the day.

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The Light of Christ

A moonbeam shines through a window,

And falls upon a bed,

Beside the bed a woman kneels,

Her head bent in prayer.

Dear Lord she quietly prays,

As this moonbeam shines

Through this window,

Let your light shine in my life,

And guide me step by step each day.

From my waking in the morning

Till I fall asleep at night

Let it shine that others may see

That Christ lives in me.

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A Cold Winter Morn.

Driving across a mountain range

On a cold winters morn.

The trees were white with frost,

Frozen icicles hanging from the leaves.

The ground was white with frost,

The roadway covered too.

We could feel the cold on our feet,

Through the floor of the car.

On that cold winters morn.

We wrapped ourselves in blankets,

To try and keep warm

There were no heaters in cars

Those years long ago.

Although our noses and toes were freezing.

The frosty scenery looked beautiful

On that cold winters morn.

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Mr. Scowly Meets Mr Smiley

Mr Scowly walked down the street,

A thundercloud over his head,

Everyone he passed by

Ducked and ran for cover.

Turning a corner in a hurry,

He bumped into Mr Smiley,

Scowling he tried to hurry by

But Mr Smiley took his hand

And gave him a great big

Sunshiny smile

My Scowly could not resist

The friendly Mr Smiley

And in no time at all

He became another Mr Smiley.