Janet Graves
I've the only key to open its locks.
Deep inside are childhood fantasies,
Of towering cliffs and stormy seas.
Deeper still are witches warlocks and wizards,
Stormy nights and blowing blizzards.
Prince and Princess Kings and Queens,
Warriors and Knights, and monsters unseen.
Sparkling jewels and crowns of gold,
A silken ball gown and a prince to hold.
A maiden fair, a powerful tyrant,
Clashing swords and a handsome pirate.
A union soldier, a southern belle,
And a faded bridal veil.
Desert sands, and mountain caves,
Buckskins, and Indian braves.
A roaring camp fire, a golden moon above,
Dusty cowboys and songs of love.
Bands of bandits and sacks of gold,
Hidden valleys, and outlaws stronghold.
Distance planets and twinkling stars,
Soaring through space fighting laser wars.
Childhood fantasies locked away,
Bringing back the memories of yesterday.
NIAGARA FALLS
by Janet Graves
Soft whispers of fairy tales and ancient folk lore
See a mystic mist and hear a mighty roar
As you near hear it's enchanting calls
Around the bend see Niagara Falls
Water flowing over a cliff so high
If you listen you'll heart will sigh
Soft fine mist, arises above the waters flow
While the suns rays from a mystic rainbow
Blues and whites intermingle down to the river below
For years the mighty cliffs have bared the rivers toll.
CLOUDS
by Janet Graves
The clouds are way up high.
Forming pictures in the sky.
On a canvas ever so blue.
If you look you can see them too!
It may be an elephant or a whale.
It could be a bird or even the liberty bell!
Let your imagination roam.
Se what others have always known.
Endless changing shapes way up high.
There could be a horse or is it a cow?
Here's a turtle, over there's and owl.
O' the clouds are up high,
Forming pictures in the sky.
FESTIVAL OF FOOL'S
by Janet Graves
The Festival of Fool's begins this day;
People gathering from far away.
Children laughing and playing,
A mist the crowds, and the donkeys braying.
Jester's proclaiming tales of old,
Adventure and suspense begin to unfold.
People gathered around, eyes wide with wander and awe,
As the Jester's tale unwinds revealing all.
Bells, toll but for whom we do not know,
The Jester spin's his tell in the fire's warm glow.
Majestic towers of stone rise to the sky,
A terrible secret inside does lie.
A monster so hideous, bringing horror to the open eye,
But so full of love and understanding, yet so shy.
All his needs were met, but he still lacked a friend,
There in the cold bell tower alone all his time he did spend.
One faithful day he looked below,
The gypsy dancer, Ismeralda his eyes did behold.
A amulet she gave to him, a map of the city woven within,
The Court of Miracles, it did show how to get within.
The blind could see, the lame could walk,
The deaf could hear, and the mute could talk.
This wonderful place he did find,
A trick, the enemy followed behind.
Chained to the bell tower his heart breaking,
As his friend, she was taken.
Captured and sentenced to death,
To be burned, until her last breath.
Strength gathered from within, he broke the chains at last
Saved Ismeralda, and learned the secrets of his past.
A simple and humble life he led in the Bell Towers of Notre Dame,
In the Bell of Notre Dame, Notre Dame, Notre Dame.
THE RAINBOWS END
by Janet Graves
When I was young a story was told
that at the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold.
Gleaming and shining in the sun,
a treasure that's never to be won.
As always the rainbow's end is just beyond reach,
just as the stars on a sandy beach.
One minute it's there the next it's gone,
but to us the treasure will never belong.
DESERT RAIN
by Janet Graves
A barren land with cactus and shrub scattered here and there,
The earth dried and cracked as dust fills the air.
To see the desert sand blowing furiously through the air,
One would seem to think life was not there.
But hidden away a mist the sand and rocks,
Are the keys that opens all the deserts locks.
Little secrets that allows life to survive,
The barren desert flourishes and thrives.
With a beauty so grand, that's all its own,
To break one rule would mean sun bleached bones.
Surrounded by mountains so tall and grand,
Sculpted and shaped by God's almighty hand.
To look out across the desert plains,
One wonders...Does it ever rain?
O' yes the beauty grander still after a desert rain,
Such a feeling, one that removes all stress and strain.
Leaving one filled with silent amazement,
Such a peace of quiet contentment.
One wonders...Why they ever hated such a land?
As the rain drops glisten amid the prairie grass and sand.
Seeing the desert after a rain,
No one will ever complain.
It gives such a feeling of contend,
To see the message the LORD had sent.
These are poems that I have wrote they are copyrighted. Please do not take these poems without my permission.
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