A Wagon of Love – AND – Prairie Wolf – AND – Still and Silent I Lay – AND – The Fog in the Hollow
A CAR OF LOVE
Oh what does the winter drift bring?
Two puppies snuggly in a red and green crate
In an old rusty blue children’s wagon
They are gifts to greet this Christmas again
The puppies contemplate the snow
Towards the house where the windows shine
Because in there, a girl and a boy
Wait for a promised gift of loving joy
Her treasure is adorned with a large red bow.
The same one worn one Christmas, long ago
When loving parents gave their children
Two rescued puppies, whose lives had been saved
Gifts like these, gifts of life and love.
They are like those given to us by the Creator on high
On that first Christmas he was born in the night
A gift given: a child who would show us the light.
What treasure will await you on Christmas day?
What a gift from God to you, in the snow does put?
there is a bug living
In the hills and the field.
from the unknown can hide.
Although his kingdom grows smaller and smaller,
the patrol still with pride,
‘Bass the bright moon, softly quilting
with his shadow by his side.
When the sun sinks into twilight
prairie wolf does give voice,
through the darkness to the night sky,
where the silver stars shine.
STILL AND IN SILENCE I AM
While my body, still and silent, lay,
I see you cry and I hear you pray.
But I’m not there
as you gently cradle my neck and face.
Your tears keep falling
Even after I left your embrace
I know I am in another splendid place now.
I am no longer tired or tormented by pain.
I am in a meadow on a sun-warmed plain.
There are hills, flowers, rivers and grassy glades.
Bright starry nights and beautiful sunny days.
I am at the Bridge to run and play.
And until you join me, this is where I will stay.
I loved you then, I love you now.
Although I live here, I will visit you from time to time.
You’ll feel me close and you’ll wonder how
I’ve been doing since I got to the Bridge.
Well I’m doing as good as I can
and my love for you shines for eternity.
I’ll see you when the time is right.
So please kiss my face and hold me tight.
And join me on our heavenly flight.
Together we will always be
our love the bond that makes us free.
your beloved furkin (furry member of the family).
THE FOG IN THE HOLLOW
On a cool autumn morning
when the mist fills the glen
and the sun dyes the sky red amber,
Fairies dance deep in the forest.
in a glen ‘medium dew covered grass
stands a man dressed in plaid
and their flutes are the song of the wind,
heard in the dim light of a dream.
Toning up the cold is the haze
as it flows with the chorus of sad notes
of the rhythmic melody of the pipe.
Invigorating cold is the breeze
that weaves through the trees
and about the mist in the hollow.