SENSES, FORTH, SIGHT
What joy, what bliss this wonderful sense is to me,
To look out across a vast forest of trees full of majesty,
To see snow packed mountains kissing the blue sky,
Or a flock of geese in vee formation flying quickly by.

The mist rising from the lake like an awakening fairy child,
A double rainbow over the clouds after a storm was wild,
A bunch of pretty wild flowers picked with loving care,
The look in the eyes when true love-light burns deep in there.

The gift of sight is a treasure that we should always use well,
Gaze at beauty see the grace of the people that on earth dwell,
See to read and gain knowledge, see to write so words may flow
To paint pictures in words so graceful that others may grow.

Some look without seeing the beauty of a rising or setting sun,
Or newly seen flowers when the first part of spring had begun,
Not noticed with good eyesight when the first robin does come,
So let us use the gift of sight well and great joy to all can be won,

(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 21, 2004