He's America's Son

                                                           A gallant, brave soldier
                                                           so fearless and strong
                                                           lies in the trenches
                                                           in a war torn zone

                                                           With visions of freedom
                                                           so courageous and true
                                                           with a longing for peace
                                                           helps carry him through

                                                           Jungles or deserts
                                                           wherever he may be
                                                           he'll keep up the fight
                                                           no rest for the weary

                                                           His job is not over
                                                           until victory is won
                                                           he's a fighting soldier
                                                           and America's son

                                                           Susie Swanson,2012

                                                         
                                                          
                                                     

                                                        
                                                   
                                                        
                                          


 

Tribute To A Soldier

                                                     A brave and determined soldier
                                                     in a lonely, distant land
                                                     with his gear on his back
                                                     and his weapon in his hand

                                                     He follows his instincts
                                                     although the elements are rough
                                                     with a hunger in his stomach
                                                     he's grown patient and tough

                                                     He knows his job well
                                                     and does it best as he can
                                                     he hasn't slept in quite a while
                                                     sleep's not part of the plan

                                                     His mind wonders back
                                                     to his home faraway
                                                     those beautiful, smiling faces
                                                     are the highlight of his day

                                                     That sweet, little baby
                                                      he hasn't even seen it yet
                                                      he longs to hold it so
                                                      and knows it's grown quite a bit

                                                     Then back to work he goes
                                                      with war there's no end
                                                      he'll hold on to his thoughts
                                                      until he sees them again

                                                     The determination in his heart
                                                      has become mighty strong
                                                      to fight for what he believes in
                                                      and everything he's known

                                                      The price for freedom
                                                       he's willing to give his all
                                                       in the eyes of his country
                                                       he's a man quite tall

                                                       His reason for being there
                                                       the old red, white and blue
                                                       and that makes him a soldier
                                                       through and through

                                                       Susie Swanson, 2010

I know it's early but Happy Memorial Day to everyone and let's not forget the reason for it..
I may be gone fron Blogger for a little while. My brother is back in the hospital with hurting in his chest again..They are running tests to see what it may be..He's the one that had By Pass Heart Surgery back in February..He was doing really good and went back to work a month ago.. But with this type of surgery, who knows what can happen..I personally think they (the doctors) push things along a little to fast..Of course like everything else, modern day medicine has come a long way.. Please keep him in your prayers and May God Bless..Susie

The Wonders Of Nature

                                               A little deer standing by the roadside
                                               looking back and forth, to and fro
                                               wondering if it should run and hide
                                               and which way it should go

                                               A long neck crane standing in the creek
                                               an awesome sight to see
                                               attempting to grab food, it takes a peek
                                               then flys away with it's large, majestic wings

                                             A large hawk sitting in a tree
                                             looking around for its prey
                                             whatever that may become or be
                                             it'll never have a chance to get away

                                           A strange flock of birds fly in
                                           from some place faraway and unknown
                                           on nature's food they do depend
                                           they're here for a time and then they're gone

                                           A little rabbit sits in the clover
                                           everyday it sits in the same spot
                                           late in the evening when the day is over
                                           I can tell by the clover it never eats alot

                                           A large raccon visits from time to time
                                           searching for something to eat
                                           up the creek bank he does climb
                                           grabs what he can and runs back to his retreat

                                          A hoot owl makes his presence known
                                          in my yard each and every night
                                          he'll hoot until the break of dawn
                                          and then return again the very next night

                                          The squirrels are never a stranger and always there
                                           running this way and that
                                           hoping the birds will kindly share
                                           each day they grow more big and fat

                                          These wondrous sights my eyes do behold
                                           takes my breath away and fills my heart with pride
                                           to know that nature can be so bold
                                           in a place where I live and abide

                                            Susie Swanson, 2010

Back when I wrote this poem a couple of years ago, In one week I saw all of this. I live in the country beside a creek and I just had to jot it down.. I am so blessed to be able to live in a place where so much of nature can be seen.. We see a lot of the cranes in the spring and fall, the racoons visit every now and then.The owls come every summer, the little rabbits feast on my yard of clover and the squirrels are frequent visitors..The birds fly in every spring, messing up my deck and side walk with their droppings..But I don't care to clean it up just to get a peek. The deer come out late in the evening or early morning and I've even seen a few walking down through the middle of the creek..I guess that's to throw off their scent..One thing I failed to mention are the wild ducks, they swim down the creek every spring..Two together, the male and female mallard ducks..And every visitor is so very Welcome..Hope you enjoy..Blessings, Susie
                                          

Happy Mother's Day Mom

                                                       Today I wear a white rose
                                                        instead of wearing red
                                                        in memory of my mother
                                                        many tears I have shed

                                                        I know she's  in heaven
                                                        this beautiful Mother's Day
                                                        up there with the angels
                                                        where roses bloom everyday

                                                        The sun is shining brightly
                                                         upon her golden crown
                                                         when God placed it there
                                                         heavenly joys did abound

                                                         No more sorrow and pain
                                                         her heartaches are all gone
                                                         although I miss her so
                                                         I know she's finally home

                                                         Heaven was made for mothers
                                                         around the great, white throne
                                                         where angels wait upon them
                                                         a deserving trait they own

                                                         The bond can not be broken
                                                          a mother's love is true
                                                          I wish a thousand moments
                                                          I could have back brand new

                                                          Today I wear a white rose
                                                           instead of wearing red
                                                           Happy Mother's Day Mom
                                                           we'll soon together wear red

                                                         Susie Swanson, 2012

In Memory of my Mother: 1927--1997    Happy Mother's Day Mom
                                                                     And to all Mothers
                

Music Box Queen

                                                             She twirls and twirls
                                                             like a merry go around
                                                             in her frilly new dress
                                                             and shiny, gold crown

                                                             A fair maiden is she
                                                             with wavy, golden hair
                                                             she dances every dance
                                                             in her mind he is there

                                                             As the music plays
                                                             two hearts beat fast
                                                             and every tender moment
                                                             is a gift that'll last

                                                            She can see him clear
                                                            in that faraway land
                                                            in the midst of war
                                                            he dances so grand

                                                           Across the ocean wide
                                                           two spirits does grow
                                                           they dance the night away
                                                           in their ballroom show

                                                           When the dawn is nigh
                                                           with the sun's early gleam
                                                           she continues to dance
                                                           like a music box queen

                                                            Susie Swanson, 2011

A Page Of History

                                                  Crystal chandeliers hang in the parlor
                                                  a stately, old house all alone
                                                  the silence is waiting to stir
                                                  as time has swiftly marched on

                                                  Soldiers once gathered to rest there
                                                  when the darkness fell each night
                                                  the vivid stories of warfare
                                                  became more horrid at war's height

                                                  The walls wore a secret disguise
                                                  passage ways  led to the unknown
                                                  during many dark and dreary skies
                                                  she offered a safe refuge and home

                                                  The crystal chandeliers are hanging
                                                   those big doors are open wide
                                                   the fireplace mantles are crumbling
                                                   still, she surrounds herself with pride

                                                   With her colonial style and manner
                                                    what a grand, old lady is she
                                                    today she waves an honored banner
                                                    on a page of civil war history

                                                   Susie Swanson, 2012
                                                    
                                                  

Miracles From God

                                                   I marvel at each tiny seed
                                                   when planted in the ground
                                                   will grow into maturity
                                                   with beauty to astound
                                                   the greatest miracle of all
                                                    the things that fill this earth
                                                    is that first cry of baby
                                                    the miracle of birth

                                                    Each flower, each tree, each floating cloud
                                                    are proof beyond a doubt
                                                    that power beyond ourselves
                                                    caused this to come about
                                                    the mountains high, the winds that blow
                                                    the food producing sod
                                                    and that first cry of baby
                                                    are miracles from God

                                                     Author Unknown

Wish I could take credit for this one folks, it's so true..Such a beautiful time of the year and I'm enjoying it all. When God rearranges his beautiful landscape and puts it where he wants it to be..
Hope you are enjoying it as much as me.. May God Bless...Susie