My Ray of Sunshine
I see a ray of sunshine on this renewed day
of spring
feeling deep love of your heart set forth a hope
to bring
your beauty closer within my grasp to hold so
close to me
for that ray of sunshine is in truth my own desire
for thee
You light my life with sweet warm flame to brighten
up each day
without you dear I would be lost no path to guide
my way
so love me as you have before my little ray of
sun
and I shall reach out graciously as we soon become
one
If you should doubt my love at all fear not for
I shall stay
You've broken down my cold hard wall with
your sweet sunny ray
Written by Garland Jackson
Something that Winds of Time cant Part
Can you hear the music of the wind as it blows
over the hills
or the whispers of the water in the stream
Do you see the beauty from the sun shining down
on daffodils
tell me what it means what does it mean
My love for you is much like the wonder if it all
so strong and deep it dwells within my heart
as great as an oak tree standing tall
something that the winds of time cant part
Have you felt the morning freshness after a midnight
storm
when you can smell the nectar from a rose
the daylight giving life to all that it can warm
you can almost feel it living as it grows
My love for you is much like the wonder of it all
so strong and deep it dwells within my heart
as great as an oak tree standing tall
something that the winds of time cant part
Written For Dawn Vitz by Garland
Jackson
My Anger
Once on the plain of glass where a thousand river
flow
my heart was solemn as i lively searched my ground
I knew no trouble nor did foresee any impending
woe
happily I took my course upon the sound
She was my ship, my life , the even keel under
my soul
a beauty never seen through restless eyes
how could I know before me what possibly could
unfold
was too late I knew of trouble in the skies
An angry wind of forceful need lay down its own
domain
showing secrets neath my ship and of its
foe
sounding off its warning daring any to remain
as much as I had known I could not go
Lashing, pounding, beating, my ship she took hold
so elegant she thought she could withstand
but time stood still and heavily struck with fierce
its awful toll
this time my ship would lose, a weaker hand
Even as she sank amidst the deep and darkened wave
not a cry was heard from hardened skin
I knew she lost the battle and destined to her
grave
my love for her screamed agony from within
So great the dream of glory had I, for me and ship
of wood
that I had failed her even from the start
i might have set a different course if i had known
i should
my dignity is lost and now we part
Written by Garland Jackson
February 1999
Truckers Wrong Song
A few miles south of 80 heading north on 81
carrying a wide load, trooper escorts on this
run
18 wheels burning hot down the mountainside
he thought about his wife at home
gonna have to make this ride
They told him this big load was safe, was a pillar
for a bridge
guess he's gonna find out quick, already past
the ridge
he's ran this way with loads like this, many times
before
but this time something turned his gut
made his brake stop at the floor
Down the hill in front of him just around the curve
a four wheeler running fast has begun to swerve
came between and escort and his mighty truck
it's time to pray out to the Lord
cause he's just run out of luck
A woman and her children were on his passing
side
no place to take this heavy load, he'll just have
to drive
on the shoulder to the right around the car ahead
will it work work was his last thought
if not then he'll be dead
I drove by that spot this morning wondering at
the sight
highway workers moving cranes, trying to make
things right
twisted metal and guardrails torn, tangled in
a mess
who would get the blame for this
we know it's no ones guess
the concrete span tipped over and snapped its holding
gear
the truck had lost control was what the people
fear
the state has made the road wider, the four wheeler
outta sight
who would get the blame for this
yea, you know I'm right
Garland Jackson, January, 2000
A Womans Heart
A fragile piece of crystal
A teardrop rolling down the face of a child
A tiny ray of sunlight peeking thru the clouds
All miracles in and of themselves
A woman's heart
Her capacity to love completely
It is given to you as a gift
Without reservation
Given so freely
It bruises easily
Your silence speaks volumes
And leaves it's mark forever
This heart that controls her thoughts
Aches to know
What have I done wrong
Have I not given enough
Tender words and endearments attract her
Feelings both spoken and unspoken
As a moth to a flame she is drawn
Afraid of the heat yet unable to resist
Again and again she returns
Each time coming closer
Knowing she could get burned And she does
It hurts
It heals
She learns
She Feels
Kim Major
03/05/2000
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The Poem above
is beautiful Kim, please write more!
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