Yonder Mountain
What is that on yonder mountain?
Is it real or just a dream?
For there I see a resting place,
Just beside a sparkling stream.
I rise and wipe my dampened brow, And stretch my weary back,
I start the journey haltingly,
I feel my weighty pack.
But I must reach that resting place,
'Twas never just a dream,
It lies on yonder mountain,
There beside a sparkling stream.
I Wonder Where They Are Tonight
When it’s cold and dark and deep,
I wonder where the squirrels sleep.
Are they safe and warm and sound,
When night shades have fallen down?
I wonder if the birds are warm,
If perchance ‘twould come a storm,
I hope that they can safely rest,
In their leafy little nest.
I look out on the cold, damp night
‘Tis such a dark and lonely sight,
But God His loving hand doth send,
And then He safely tucks them in.
Photo of squirrel compliments of
http://webclipart.about.com/
Beautiful poems this morning! Thank you for sharing them.
ReplyDeleteHi, Ms. Mary! Enjoyed both of your poems, and it's funny about the birds, because the last time it rained here a few days ago, there were birds perched on the powerlines just getting soaked! I asked them if they "didn't have sense to come in out of the rain" as my dad used to say. They just kept sitting there. ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary for sharing 2 of your lovely poems.
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