ONE THOUSAND THIS YEAR
This year I have managed a thousand poems to write,
A goal I set myself I thought was quite out of sight,
But with the help of the Lord all I did hear and see,
My goal I accomplished, let me tell how it came to be.
I saw a tree delicately encrusted with ice and snow,
And into my mind many winter poems did flow,
Red mountain ash berries with little bonnets of white
Brought forth poems like the scene to give me delight.
I heard the call of the loon across the still frozen lake,
Knew at that moment spring poems would now awake,
A lonely hawk on silent wing circling the blue sky,
Then a poem of fear seen through the hunted’s eye.
Sweet nature in her many forms awoke poetry in me
That may have lay sleeping until wasted, not ever free.
Water, sky, forests, lakes, flowers, trees and streams,
Waterfalls, creatures great and small filled my dreams
Dreams became poems that help the visions to live,
A small gift that back to my dear Lord I could give,
Thoughts of friends and family brought joy my way,
Tucked away inside, a poem to come on another day.
Stories of Jesus, remembering His sacrifice divine,
Filled my heart with poems times after blessed time,
Seeing little deeds of kindness finding a new friend,
It seems that ideas for new poems never seem to end.
May the Lord always bless me that thoughts will flow,
As through this life I travel and upward and onward go,
May my little light shine through God’s great gift to me,
The joy that comes from the gift of writing His poetry.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 22, 2002