It's all about Poetry. I've written a lot of Poetry over the years. Most of it when I was single. Some of it good, some of it bad, and some of it ugly. If I can find some of it...I'll post it from time to time. It might be good. It might be bad. It might be ugly. It might be someone else's that I found appealing. Who knows. Check it out at your own risk.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
DAYDREAMING
There was a distance in
her eyes
Like she was far away.
As if her mind had drifted
off...
And gone a different way.
The solomn twist upon her
lips
Determined was her
thought.
And only she will ever
know...
The end for which she
sought.
The wind a whisp upon her
hair
Her dark and distant eyes.
It gives her beauty well
beyond...
This childs dainty size.
We'll never know just
where she went
Or what she may have
dreamed.
We only know her
innocence...
Was closer than it seemed.
A moment in time with
Abigail Joy
By Clint Gardner 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
A CHILD STANDS
A CHILD STANDS
In the turmoil of the winter beach
Stands a child – Oh so still.
Her mind immersed in who knows what...
She waits for what God wills.
Near the constant surge of the winter surf
Stands a child – all alone.
To some she seems a mystery...
Her destiny -- unknown.
With the ocean's breeze upon her face
Stands a child – young and pure.
But there shall never be a wind...
That her God could not keep still.
With the winter sand beneath her feet
Stands a child -- who does not move.
And only God will guide her heart...
A fact she'll one day prove.
On a coast that journeys on for miles
Stands a child – undeterred.
And the only voice that guides her way...
Is the voice of God – she's heard.
On a beach that's filled with God's great glory
Stands a child of God's creation.
She demonstrates the stillness found...
In the peace of God's Salvation.
By Clint Gardner 2013
In the turmoil of the winter beach
Stands a child – Oh so still.
Her mind immersed in who knows what...
She waits for what God wills.
Near the constant surge of the winter surf
Stands a child – all alone.
To some she seems a mystery...
Her destiny -- unknown.
With the ocean's breeze upon her face
Stands a child – young and pure.
But there shall never be a wind...
That her God could not keep still.
With the winter sand beneath her feet
Stands a child -- who does not move.
And only God will guide her heart...
A fact she'll one day prove.
On a coast that journeys on for miles
Stands a child – undeterred.
And the only voice that guides her way...
Is the voice of God – she's heard.
On a beach that's filled with God's great glory
Stands a child of God's creation.
She demonstrates the stillness found...
In the peace of God's Salvation.
By Clint Gardner 2013
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