Swiss countryside

This poem was inspired by the countryside just out side of Adliswil. There are no docks that I know in Adliswil, but there are docks in Zurich; that's where the line "closely to the docks" was inspired. 
Bells on the hillside; Clouds in the sky. Bongs of clocks Closely to the docks. 
Crows flying through air  Worrin' 'bout themselves.  Beats of sheep  On hills they do reap. 
Splashing of a stream; It dips and dives.  Through the sky  Cold, crisp leaves do fly. 
Various places  Snow it does lie. Sun streams down  On fields green and brown.  By Evelyn Creon

Her beauty

I am spending all of November in Switzerland, so all of my post from now till the end of the month will be inspiration I have from the beauty of Switzerland. Today's post was inspired by the painted leaves that adorn many of the trees in Switzerland this time of year. 
This particular writing today is about a gardener seeing a tree he planted in his younger years thirty years later. 

I was taken back by the sight of her; adorned all fit and fine. Her hair was pulled back gently with a couple strands on display. Her painted face, lips, and hands were raised. As if to say, "Come to me." A gold chain was draped around her neck. A glittering ring on her finger did laugh. Jewels hung in array from her ears. A yellow lace shirt trimmed her bosom. While along brown and green skirt draped from her sides. Her feet lay bare on an orange carpet. La leather purse hung from her wrist. Her tone was like a song. Her movement was that of a queen. Maids of waiting were to her left and righ…

Look on the bright side

I wanted to try to something different this week. The poem that is featured was written by a fellow blogger Frostbite. I asked her to do a guest post on my blog. 

Look on the bright side  When God hands you lemons, Make lemonade. When He gives you fire, Pull out the kettle.
When God shoots you black rocks, Build a fortress.
When He takes a life,
Trust he knows best.

When God brings you storm clouds,
Dance in the rain.
If He lets you fall,
Ask, he'll forgive.

When God  blows you blue winds,
Jump off and fly.
When He drops you toils,
He'll Cary you through.

The Reformation's 500 Anniversary

Happy Reformation day!
To honor this special holiday I have decide to not write anything dark and dreary this week. I have decided to introduce something new to my blog. Today's post is going to feature all my favorite quotes by Martin Luther. I am a newbie with quote posts so bare with me on this one.

The road I followed

 This is not a poem although maybe one day it will be. I was walking up my road the other day and this thought came to my mind. It was dark and the road I live on is curvy with a cliff on one side and a steep bank on the other making it darker then it actually is. Making you wonder what is on the bank or at the bottom of the cliff. When I got home I put together this little but of inspiration. 

Narrow the road I did travel.
Old and gray it 'twas.
Full of twists and turns
And weird old trees.
Up it took me, deep into
A forest I'd never explored.
I followed it.
knowing not what to expect.
It was quiet and had an eerie feel.
The trees all seemed green.
The farther I went
the darker and gloomy
Everything became.
I began to jump
At any little sound.
A rustle, crack, snap, or tap
Made me look around.
Yet still I followed it
Despite all my fear.
The trees now all seemed dead
And were gray shadows.
My gut told me to stop
But I did not take heed.
Still I wandered up and up,
Suddenly I …

The song she sung

She Sat there, tied to a chair; Damaged and confused.  To calm the dark fear of death, She there intuned.
"Away with me forever, never too be seen. A whisper and a shadow forever I will be.  No one to say, "I love you." Or,"Are you okay?" No one to say, "hold on now, we'll make it through the day." Only a dark shadow, that crawls across the room. Only a whisper that says, "It will all be over soon." Only dark cold depths; that never pass me by.  Only terrible ice winds; that beat against the sky.  Only me tide up; tight, to die and endless death.  So, this song I will sing until my last dying breath."
The song she sang it 'bout thrice; On the fourth she tried,  But her heart ceased to beat.  Then she there did die. 
They found her in the morning  Underneath the sky.  Iced over by all the cold, All to horrify. 
Nobody knew who she was. Or why she was there.  They only knew that they saw,  Quite dreadful affair. 
By Evelyn Creon

Faun of depths

In the deadest parts of night,  When all should be a sleep, Fear; it wanders left and right; As a faun from the deep. 
He's filled with evil magic; Which call to all that sleep:  "The children in the attic  No longer do they creep."
The children who never sleep, Toss and turn as they plea While he pulls them in, knee deep,  To the dark depths beneath. 
A nightmare to all who hear The call of his own life:  "Sleepless children disappear, Live forever in strife."  By Evelyn Creon
This poem was inspired by a dream I had.