" Nature And I"
Here I am on top this hill
The wind blowing through my hair.
Flowers blooming all around
God's beauty everywhere.
I feel the sun upon my face
The soft grass beneath my feet.
Watch the grace of birds fly by
Towards a velvet blue retreat.
White Fluffy clouds dot the sky
making my imagination soar.
Building castles ships or things
I can open any door.
The air so fresh, sweet and mild,
Blowing it's fragrance around,
Gathering them as it goes along.
Kissing flowers, trees and ground.
The silence, is truly golden.
Only nature can be heard,
The chirping of the cricket
And the singing of the bird.
Alone, I'm not I assure you.
How can this be? you say.
All, of God's glorious beauty
Has kept me company to day.
Chris Hannon
" First
Impressions"
First impression are
deceiving
And so very often wrong.
The ones, that seem the
weakest
Most often could be
strong.
The quiet ones, the
loudest
The obnoxious ones
unsure,
The silly ones the
saddest
And the rude we must
endure.
First impressions are
not honest,
Nor are they really
fair,
Let's hold of on those
impressions
Til the next time that
we share.
Chris Hannon
" Dear Friend"
It has been quite awhile. Since I sat and wrote to you.
Every time I think of it I have something else to do.
It's not that I've forgotten, or ran out of things to say,
It's just when I'm not busy other things get in the way.
But now I've found a minute to ask you how you are?
How is your man and family? I wish we didn't live so far.
And as I write this letter memories flood my head
Of how we chummed together just like sisters, so they said.
And when we needed someone each of us was always there.
To give a smile or wipe a tear and show someone would care.
We shared our many secrets no one else could know.
And where ever one of us had gone the other would also go.
But now we're grown and married and have gone our separate ways.
But best friends we'll always be, until our dying days.
Chris Hannon