Gray rustic canon
Hangs over winter’s river
Few could tell you why.
Many once gathered to fight
Forgotten, now a bleak sight .
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Driving across country from Calf – NC with 130.00 will not be forgotten as long as this song can be played . 😊
For being my friend
Even if it had to end
Lives richly in our sharing
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The sea whispers
Breath comes in and then out
In a distance it sweet roar
Crescendos in a swell
Of soft breeze travels through
I feel tranquilizing sleep
We try to linger in the unknown
We are just too human
So I fall asleep with feelings
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It felt as if eternity stopped in one day.
Everyone’s eyes were swollen from tears.
No one was talking, just listening, just praying.
A feeling of loss, and not knowing why.
A prayer for those you could not call.
Confusion as to what to do next.
You wait, you wait to hear, to hope,
To pray… 9/11 a day of eternity.
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Twilight crest after
midnight storm gives way to verdant
grass, and hope appears …
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I remember “All Souls’ Day” with a song I wrote.
Written by: Christine McNeill-Matteson
Produced with Kip Haaheim Music and instrumentalist
vocalist; Jonathan Matteson
Music written by: Daniel Myer
Copyrighted: CMM 2016
my grandsons and me
Walk free among verdant grass
Present will be past
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Under the magic
Across the blacken sky is
Wonder of life and love
CMM @ copyright 2018
I find myself (as I do every Christmas) thinking back to a
special lady who always made Christmas so loving. There was
one gift I always remember and treasure is the one from Grandma.
She was old and retired. She was living on a very limited
income. Each Christmas she would set up a tree no taller than
Two feet. It was artificial and set on a little table covered with cotton
from old boxes, replicating snow.
She would take the little money she had and buy each of her
grandchildren hose for the girls and socks for the boys.
Today I remember her going to the little tree. Her hands had
become old with swollen joints and trembled just a little as
she picked up the little gift wrapped in thin paper from the year
before. There was always a thin ribbon, usually red tied so carefully.
Handing me the little gift, she would say, “It’s not much.” I
would always smile to her and say, “Grandma, you have no idea
how much I needed hose.” She would smile and sit next to the
Today that gift keeps giving back to me. It was love.
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