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Personal Poetry
From Anothers Point of View
By Myrna C McFall
Dawn
at Apple Tree Flat
The sun casts its radiant glow,
like a halo over the mountain’s
crest.
Bursts forth in a fury of gold,
as a warrior charging into darkness!
Shadows are driven from their hiding
place,
to retreat at the light’s advance.
All is aglow as day awakens with the
warmth of heaven’s fires,
upon night’s dampened earth.
By
Myrna McFall
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Hunter
Valley Drought
What
place is this so strange, so hard,
with
sun so hot and wind so dry?
Grass
baked to dust on earth’s cracked crust,
the
rains have passed us by!
What
place is this with rivers of sand,
with
bones bleached white upon the land?
Tanks
and bores in short supply and storage dams all going dry,
again
the rain has passed us by!
What
place is this where bush fires rage,
blackening
each leaf and twig and blade?
Each
day that passes is the same,
every
thought a prayer for the coming of rain.
By
Myrna McFall
Christmas
In Jerry’s Plains
Christmas
can be many things,
tinsel
trees or fir boughs green.
Bush
fires blazing through the night,
or
snow laid deep with crystals bright.
A
brand new toy, a grammar pie,
the
band of carolers passing by.
Friends
and family will be meeting,
joined
in laughter, song and greeting.
But
none of these are Christmas real,
tis
love of all that we do feel.
Christ
is born the King of Kings,
his
gift of love to this earth brings.
Our
prayers of joy and thanks this day,
that
Jesus Christ has passed our way.
By
Myrna McFall
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