Little Gems

Poems By Patty

(Age 11)

Those Last Few Words

I saw him sitting there as I passed by,

As evening drew near and darkness was nigh.

He was small in stature with hair of gray,

And a smile on his mouth that seemed ever so gay.

Suddenly he spoke to me with a soft and gentle voice,

He asked me to come sit and talk on the grass wet and moist.

He said he had once owned a house on a hill,

Was the village gatekeeper and ran the mill.

The people had said he was too old to work,

So he left to go to the town of Dunkirk.

He was tired and weak from his long travel,

And his feet were aching from the dirt and gravel.

I saw a tear trickle from his eye,

As he realized that he was going to die.

When at last he had reached his resting place,

A smile crept over his old wrinkled face.

I'm very sure that he thought too,

I've enjoyed these last few words with you.

Dear Lord I Pray

Dear Lord I pray this day that Thou will make me whole,

Keep and guard me as one of thine own

And keep me from the cold.

I want to serve thee and do thy will.

Keep and guide me through each day

And guard me from all ill.

I will go out and lead others to thee,

And tell them how you do forgive,

And that you are the only key.

That dear Lord is my prayer today,

To let you know how I feel.

This from my heart dear Lord I pray.

The Little Elf

As I sat upon a rock close by the little brook,

I saw a little elf on the green grass,

which made me take notice and look.

The little elf came up to me and took me by the hand and led me

To the elves' fairy world on a little hillside land.

The little elf told me that there was a king and a queen, and a little fat man just like in story books, and another one lean.

He took me through all the castles to see the lore of wonderland.

I saw princes, fairies, elves, and even a tiny band.

They played the softest music like the tinkling of a brook,

And oft to one side was the pool in a little nook.

The water had from each ripple a tiny little sunbeam,

And suddenly I awoke; it was only a dream!

There was the brook before my eyes, and I gave a sigh,

Well little elf, I'll be back to see you by and by.

Beyond

Beyond, where we have not seen there lies a beautiful city,

The city where I shall go some day to dwell with my Lord.

If I could not go to see him I would think it a pity,

For He takes it upon himself our bodies to be restored.

We cannot know just exactly what lies beyond the skies,

But we do know it is the beautiful resting place for all.

And at the end we will all from this earth arise.

When you have to go beyond,

I hope you will be ready to receive your call.

If you haven't guessed by now, this young girl is me.

My Dad brought home an old Underwood typewriter from his office, and I, using the hunt and peck system, wrote some poems.

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