Page 21 - Wealden Celebrant Poetry Collection By Michael Gosden

Native American Poem
I give you this one thought to keep.
I am with you still. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not think of me as gone.
I am with you still in each new dawn.

Our Hero
This world has many heroes; you know many of them by name,
it’s apparent that they gave their best and deserve their fame.
But among all of the heroes this world has ever had,
there’s not one we admire more than our precious Dad.

He’s more than just a hero; he never looks for praise,
he’s heroic in his quiet strength and in his caring ways.
He may not be famous as those you hear about or see,
but he’s everything and so much more a hero ought to be.

He keeps his word, it’s good as gold, on this you can depend.
He’s honest and he’s loyal too; we’re proud that he’s our friend.
When we hear about a hero and the special things they’ve done,
it reminds us of our Dad, for he’s the greatest one.
Anon