The sun shines down upon my head,
Right now I'm happy that I am not dead.To live to see a day as beautiful as this,
Gives me a feeling of pure bliss.
The birds are happy ,singing their song:
"To God we owe this day that we belong."
The bees fly up to their beehive,
And I am happy to be alive.
The sun shines down upon my head,
Right now I'm happy that I am not dead.
Brittany Coffey, June 1997
Cool. I like "the birds are happy, singing their song: "To God we owe this day that we belong."
ReplyDeleteand I like the pic you chose to go with it!
Have you ever looked back on some poems and thought that you'd change the way it was written? I'm down right embarrassed by some of mine but that's what maturity does for us I guess.
This poem is good to reflect on for being thankful and to capture that again. Being in the sun gives us a sense of life, that all is right with the world. Now that we're in the dead of winter this little ode is a good reminder!
YES! It took guts to publish this one: I hated it. It seems so juvenile, but in reality the concept is quite simple and reflective so I kept it in.
ReplyDeleteI have, truthfully, thrown away many many poems because they are the epitome of teenage drama. Some that I've kept are still quite sensitive, and I'm not sure whether I'll publish them. Which is why I asked you whether you'd like me to not publish any of yours, or to run them by you first.
But there's still other stories that I've written at other times that I think I'll add into the book. It will kill my OCD because that means our red book will be out of date order, but oh well. I think they deserve to be in there and preserved :)