Here is a
Poem that I wrote, I hope you enjoy it
THE
ULTIMATE PRIZE
He stood, He
stared, He looked around
At the blue
waters and the lush green grounds
He smiled, and
nodded at tear in his eye
With a twitch
of a finger he made the sky.
He dreamed the
dreams a father has
Of a world of
love, filled with class
He didn’t see
colors, or sexes, or beliefs
He didn’t foresee
all the trouble and grief.
He just wanted
all to live as one
Just one human
race, it could be fun
He gave us arms,
eyes and legs
And brains to
reason through any snags.
He now sits back
and cry’s alot
Happy he is
- I think not
You see we are
his children and we have done wrong
The whole of
man - kind has trailed along.
But not to worry
it’s not to late
We can stop
the killing and hate
All we do now
is hate and rave
In his image
we were made
For us his life
he gave.
The He I am speaking
of
Is the great
Lord God above
So people lets
all get wise
And give our
Father the Ultimate Prize.
A clean world
with only one race
Human beings,
would make his case
Not fast, slow,
colored or white
Just human beings
to make his life bright.
Written by:
Trudy Fincher Myrland - 1980
PRAYING FOR
THE DAY
Written by
my Father: John Fincher in 1945
I'm praying for
the day
When the folks
at home can say
That this terrible
War is Over
And the bombs
no longer Fly
From the Planes
up in the Sky
I'm praying for
the day
When Peace will
Come
Sweetheart &
Wife's so Dear
Who are waiting
for that Year
For their loved
ones to return
Won't they be
so Gay
On that Great
& Happy Day
I'm praying
for the Day
That Peace will
Come
Written by:
My Father - John Fincher - 1945
LEND YOU A
CHILD
l lend to you
for a little time,
A child of mine,
He said
For you to love
the while he lives
And moarn for
when he's dead,
It may be six
or seven years,
Or twenty two
or three,
But will you
till I call him back,
Take care of
him for me?
He'll bring his
charms to gladden you,
And should his
stay be brief,
You'll have
his lovely memories,
As solace for
your grief.
I cannot promise
he will stay,
Since all from
earth return,
But there are
lessons taught down there,
I want this
child to learn.
I've looked this
wide world over,
In my search
for teachers true
And from the
throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected
you.
Now, will you
give him all your love,
Nor think the
labor vain,
Nor hate me
when I come to call,
And take him
home again.
I fancied that
I heard them say,
Dear Lord, Thy
will be done.
For all the
joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief
we'll run,
We'll shelter
him with tenderness
And we'll love
him while we may
And for the
happiness we've known,
Forever grateful
stay.
But should the
Angels call for him,
Much sooner
than we planned
We'll brave
the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.
Author unknown
