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Lost Paradise
Boom box music fills the air
And beach balls bouncing everywhere
Wall to wall people stacked thick as can be
Litter and garbage thrown into the sea
Umbrellas and towels hiding the sand
Cellular phones being held in their hands
Bikinis and speedos, the lure to entice
Lost is our seashore, we pay the price
Where is the sound of waves crashing to the shore?
Where is the salt smell that makes senses soar?
The sea shells are broken from feet so strong
Even the whales have forgotten their song
Jet skis and motor boats fill the sea
Propellers are killing the gentle manatee
Where are the artists with palette and brush?
And the sand castles built with a child's touch?
Why are we ruining our gift of the sea?
When will man stop, look and just see?
Is it to late? Think ,can we make a stand
Or will we just remember our great water land! |
Mother
Oh sitting in her rocking chair
Makes me reflect, watching her there
She's seen so much of the world change
And lived it all through joy and pain
My heart does beam when I see her face
She taught me to grow with love and grace
Sometimes I wandered away from her plans
But she stored so much wisdom within her hands
No great glories will call her name
She wasn't a reacher of riches and fame
But simple life and family
Is all her world needed to be
Within this woman I see passion flow
A gift she gave me this I know
Sometimes I think , How can this be?
So much of my mother inside of me
So thank you mother for my birthday
For showing me to soar and go my way
For guidance and wisdom given for so many years
For love and encouragement and even tears
For when you still hold me with in your arms
And still try to shelter me from any harms
I know How much you taught me just from love
And now I smile and thank the Lord from above |
My Father
When do I see him?
Way up high upon a floating cloud
Or on a mountain top
In a looking glass, deep within my eyes
Is my fathers love
When do I feel him?
Alone in my room, close by my bed
When gentle wind blows through my soul
He holds my hand always
He has never let go
When do I hear him?
As voices speak from the memories inside
When the ocean waves break to the shore
In laughter of my children
He speaks often to me
I know he is with me
Every moment in my life
Watching, guiding and smiling
A love between this parent and child
Never can it end |
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