Saturday, September 19, 2015

Country Bride





The dress hangs in the closet
Yellow and gray with age
Time has erased its beauty
Like winter turns grass to sage

Memories, oh how they linger
The day it was brand new
 A country bride so happy
A soldier’s love so true

Autumn’s sun was shining
The day of harvest moon
A day of glorious beauty
To be sanctified at noon

She looked across the meadows
Grass was turning brown
Seeds of love were abundant
Early harvest cleared the ground

Church bells were calling
A country bride to be
A soldier’s wife with honor
To love and raise a family

The meadows are now green
Her hair is silver gray
The fruits of her labor
She enjoys them everyday

The country bride is now older
A more wise mother and wife
She truly discovered the blessings
Of a full and grateful life

© Susie Swanson, 2015

7 comments:

  1. This is beautiful, Susie. And it really got me thinking of Jess that will get married next year. You write the most special poems, my friend.

    Have a blessed weekend.

    love, ~Sheri

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    1. Thank you Sheri and Congrats to your daughter.

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  2. Very pretty, Susie. Would this happen to be about your wedding day?

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    1. Thank you Charlotte. I had it in mind when I wrote this. Our 45th anniversary is coming up the 10th of October.

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  3. This is lovely, Susie. What a poignant portrayal of a wedding day.

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