THE BOY IN THE YARD
Hi every-one,
I wrote this last night for a lady who has four boys- three of whom have had Naming ceremonies and the next coming up shortly. She has my collection of readings but wanted something a bit different.
I may refine it a little but you are all welcome to use it as it is or alter it to suit.
Kim Cockerell
Civil Marriage Celebrant
Lovely Banks Geelong Victoria
The Boy In The Yard
I look in the garden and what do I see?
My two year old son down on one knee.
He’s parting the soil and playing with worms
He squeals with joy as they wriggle and squirm.
I look in the garden and what do I see?
My golden haired son throwing pegs up a tree.
One finds a home and doesn’t come down
He claps his hands wildly and spins round and round.
I look in the garden and what do I see?
My bare-bottomed toddler taking a wee.
Life’s just too busy to bother coming inside
So he pees near the shed- does his utmost to hide!
I look in the garden and what do I see?
An angel in denim, he’s as tired as can be.
He pulls at his ear and scratches his nose
His little lip quivers as he trips on the hose.
I look in the garden and what do I see?
The love of my life looking sweetly at me.
His face is quite filthy, one shoe is amiss
But he puts his hand to his mouth and blows me a kiss.
I look in the garden but cant see at all
My eyes are too clouded as the tears start to fall.
The meaning of life is out there in my son
And I am so grateful that I am his mum.
(c) Kim Cockerell
Please acknowledge author. Our thanks to Kim for her generosity.
The Grampians
Pillars of sandstone mournfully etch
the ranges' end
Skirted by ferns and fronds and misted softness
they stand so still
Warmed by crooning winds they gracefully shed
their veils of mystery -
their essence is magic
Obelisks of purple, grey and black,
silently guard the wilderness
An eerie aura of whispering spirits dance
an orgy of grace in tunnelled stone
Around and around they swirl and twirl
from water-hole to craggy height
Finally, bathed in the moon's soft glow
they disappear and manifest
as ghostly sphinxes marching -
in timeless perpetuity.
c) Ruth Van Gramberg
Kissed By The Sun 1977
Ruth Van Gramberg
Civil Marriage, Family And Funeral Celebrant
Melbourne Victoria
http://www.ruthvangramberg.com.au/
Spirits in the Wind
 Spirit of my ancestors, you are walking in the Wind
The Elders spoke of you in ancient time
You are watching over me, the freedom of my mind
You are nature's beauty so sublime
Gently filling me with peace and wisdom
Spirit of my ancestors, you are walking in the Wind
The cold of Winter on your breath
The warmth of birth and cool of death, the earth a shrine
Reminding me of our past and the ways of our people
Help me walk gently on this earth.
(c) Ruth Van Gramberg
Civil Marriage, Family And Funeral Celebrant
Melbourne Victoria
http://www.ruthvangramberg.com.au/
Ruth Van Gramberg
Kissed By The Sun 1977
Please acknowledge author. Our thanks also to Ruth for her generosity.
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