Monday, April 16, 2007

Poetry Corner

My Heart Can Understand

I do not wish to gather fame or fortune,

I am content with what each morning brings,

My place in life is small and not noteworthy,

I’m happiest among the quiet things.

The garden swing at twilight is my blessing,

The smell of roses and the song of birds…

The pines against the evening sky are patterned

In colors far too beautiful for words.

My house is warm with friends and filled with music,

A favorite book is always close at hand,

A cup of tea, an open fire…daydreaming…

These are the things my heart can understand.

Carol Besset Hayman

Photo: Victorian Spring by Susan Tolle Mcclure -


Debra said...

Thanks for sharing this poem! A friend sent it to me years ago and just last week I was trying to remember where I placed it, and to tell the truth, just exactly which poem it was (my poor memory...). So thanks for the reminder! I loved your spoon idea below and I enjoyed your other home pictures, too... Blessings, Debra

Brenda@CoffeeTeaBooks said...

I just found this again, in the file where I keep all kinds of favorite "stuff" (poems, cards, cartoon clippings, etc.).

Anonymous said...

Now this is my kind of poem. :)