Archive for August, 2011


Sand upon the ground
A world unto its own
Filled with life unseen
People are like grains of sand
Sifting through our fingers
Too fast for us to stop
Take the time to catch the sand
To love cherish and not demand
Sprinkle the sand in a circle
And stand inside
You will find the joy is everlasting
Even after this earthly life

Gresilda McDermott August 2011


Swaying in the breeze
A rustle of the leaves
Flutter of wings
Home of a bird
Bridge for the squirrels
Acorns upon the ground
Eyes shut,  you can hear the sounds
Voices of the winds
Like whispers from the past
Found my home at last

Gresilda McDermott August 2011

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