I Hide and the Willow Weeps

I Hide - -
I hide within myself.
And
I hide within Mother Nature -
allowing her to envelop me
and hold me within her bosom;
keeping me safe in the wilds
from civilization and
all it's glorious advantages,
it's horrific pains.
I'd wither and die without her.
She, in all her majestic royalty
draws me nearer to God, My Father.

The showering rain hides my tears
till the sun dries my eyes,
The forest surrounds me,
comforting me as only
a parent's loving touch can.
The sweetness of wild blossoms
soothes my troubled mind,
relaxes my very soul -
While a grassy knoll
by a creek beckons
rest, beneath the willow;
Tis it which weeps always
for mankind.

As the bird's sing their lullaby
the sun slips beneath the horizon
and the stars light up the night;
the wind whispers softly -
Mother Nature and God the Father
You've created an enchanting world -
Yet I hide! -
Crying out to mankind as I do -
Open your eyes!  See
what you destroy
as you seek to improve!
And the willow still weeps.

---  by - Deborah J Coster  (that's Just Me Granny D)
--  copyrighted  2004

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Freedom's Irony

It's true - brave little drummer boys
     once led marching lads to war.
Drums and guns in hands of babes
    we depended on before.
But today my little drummer boy
    you are but a child.
Stop drumming in the city streets
     before your beat grows wild.
Indulge in some video games
    or go laugh at cartoons.
Thoughts of guns and violence
     at your age, is way too soon.
Go beat your drum at school
    while marching with the band.
Enjoy childhood's peace with ease
    in this wondrous land.
Poor little drummer boy -
    your beat's so wracked with pain.
Guns brought death to your school
    and freedon's irony left it's stain.

-- by Deborah J Coster  (that's Just Me Granny D)
--copyrighted 2003

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Just Me Granny D

My Pen Is My Chisel

I'm like the archaeologist
working within a tomb,
meticulously extracting
each treasure from the womb.
He chisels at the stone:
bringing life to history,
unearthing precious artifacts,
piecing together a mystery.
A life encased in stone,
hidden from humanity,
is slowly revealed -
in all it's glorious profanity.

I search within my self,
beneath the tears of stone,
determined to free my soul
from it's stone cold home.
My pen is my chisel,
memories are my treasures -
some easily attainable,
others too deep to measure.
But I will continue to chisel
at my heart so hardened,
till my soul flies free
and I've received God's pardon.


-- by  Deborah J Coster  (that's Just Me Granny D)

--copyrighted 2002

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God's Garden

Sometimes off in the distance
If I squint my eyes just right -
I can almost see God's Garden
In the shimmering sunlight.

Lilies, roses, and pineapples;
Oaks, violets, and corn galore;
A sunlit path through the garden,
Who could want for more?

With the pure love of a father
God bequeathed his garden to us!
To care for his plants and animals,
In man - God put his trust.

Today instead of trees and plants,
Giant skyscrapers offer shade;
Concrete and asphault are the weeds
In the loving garden God once made.

----by  Deborah J Coster  (that's Just Me Granny D)
 ---  copyrighted and published in "The Sunlit Path", 2000

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The Lone Tree

If only that lone tree
could speak aloud to me,
I'm sure he'd tell a story
of years of standing in glory,
And once being a part of a grove
before people and cars did rove,
Of picnics at his feet
as sweethearts came to meet,
And children swinging into the sky
from him limbs way up high,
Of fruit held at his fingertips
just waiting to grace one's lips,
Now memories of gone-by days
before man's super highways.
For today, alone he does stand
on a narrow strip of land,
With lanes of asphault on each side
yet the lone tree-
             maintains his pride.

---by Deborah J Coster (that's Just Me Granny D)

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A Dove Named Daydream

A dove named Daydream visited with me today
and told me the story, or at least what they say,
about how he got his name and how he came to be.
"Twas that God needed a symbol for all mankind to see,
to renew dreams of peace - that symbol is me.
For upon my wings are daydreams of peace, love, and harmony.
Peace of Earth is man's dream, God's promise for above,
I bring that dream to mind, as well as God's love.
So I am named Daydream for dreams of a better day."
And with dreams filling my mind, he went upon his way.

--- by Deborah J Coster ( that's Just Me Granny D)
-----copyrighted 2003


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Just Me Granny D

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