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MY LEGACY

I have no wealth to leave behind
But I give to you, the best . . .
Magnificence of the richest kind
From God’s great treasure chest

There’s summer sunset’s splendor
As it paints the heavens red
There’s diamond spattered night skies
And rainbows overhead
There’s dandelions that scatter gold
Across earth’s counterpane
The rippling of a drowsy stream
Near winding country lane
The blessing of a cooling breeze
On scorching summer days
Moonbeams through one’s window panes
And morning’s warming rays
The forest’s cooling canopies
That shelter woodland floor
Embracing life that dwells within
And, yes, there’s plenty more

There’s sweet melodic lullabies
That come from feathered choirs
There’s plains, desserts, and valley floors
And lofty mountain spires
A flash of red against the snow
When cardinals wing on by
And sapphire hues the bluebird flaunts
Against a cirrus sky
The scent of lilac’s rich perfume
That floats upon the air
And the evening’s orchestrations
Of insects singing there
The petaled beauty of a rose
With rich satiny feel
Where lady-bugs and butterflies
Enjoy a nectared meal

These things are mine to treasure
As long as I shall live
Yet, they belong to everyone
So they’re not mine to give

11/26/97 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

6’th. … Ark. W C – 2001

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A SUMMER EVENING

When shadows cloak the evening
As daylight’s turned down low
The horizon basks in crimson
From sunset’s lavish show

Then moonbeams ready golden dust
To sprinkle on this night
While I watch in fascination
As the sun slips out of sight

The birds have sung soft vespers
And insects start their choir
Whispering wings will soon announce
Nighttime’s wise old flyer

Oh, the beauty of God’s wonders
From His great celestial scroll
That mesmerize the summer night
And capture heart and soul

8/17.01 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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       THINGS I LOVE

 

The laughter of a little child

Timid creatures of the wild

Lilac scent on wafting breeze

And summer shade beneath the trees

 

A lonesome whistle in the night

From some big train way out of sight

Bright butterflies and lady-bugs

And joy felt from children’s hugs

 

Birds in all their feathery hues

And poems derived from poignant muse

The gurgling sound of running streams

And magic cast by gold moonbeams

 

Rainbows after a summer storm

Flower’s beauty as they take form

America’s flag waving on high.

A gentle breeze that seems to sigh.

 

Rain that cools the heat away

Watching kittens as they play

Frost fronds on my window panes

Long inviting country lanes

 

Beautiful leaves that drop in fall

So many things, but best of all

A family to love, as they love me

And God, who gave my Soul to me

 

 

7/12/99      Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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MEMORY’S SCRAPBOOK

 

In my mind’s book of memories

There are pages where I file,

Things that touch my heart and soul

And things that make me smile.

 

One page holds the fluted song

Trilled by a meadowlark.

Another holds the silvery light

Of moonbeams in the dark.

 

There’s one of sweet baby smiles

And one, a mother’s love.

Another holds morning sun,

One, stardust from above.

 

There’s a page full of laughter

And one of blossomed trees.

A rainbow fills another page

And one, a summer breeze.

 

Others hold such poignant things

As tears of joy once shed,

The sound of rippling from a brook,

And smell of gingerbread.

 

There’s one of lovely carillons

With Hymns and melodies

Next to it are hopes and dreams

And one of fantasies.

 

There is no end of things to add

From life in every stage

And as they touch my heart and soul

They’re added to a page

 

When I am old, years from now,

Each day I’ll take a look

At all the wonders held within

My memory’s treasured book.

 

3/8/92              Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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