The Little Woodland Bridge

Her graceful ivory lines

Set in a crimson bower
Trimmed with green and yellow lace
Putting on her autumn face
Shine in a sunlit hour;

A little woodland bridge,
The finale of a dream
As water rushes past below
And voyeuristic breezes blow
Reflected in a stream

Give me a place to walk
Recalling passing years
And changes that have bridged each one,
The many races lost and won,
A bridge of hopes and fears.

© 2011  Pam H. Murray

A Gathering

The sounds of quiet industry

In buildings steeped in history
Surround the little coffee shop
That echoes with the steady drop

Of caffeine as the world slips by.
The Winter clouds have claimed the sky
But here there is a gathering
Of faithful friends who shine like Spring.

© 2011  Pam H. Murray

Battles

On this field a battle fought

By boys turned into men,
So many died, so many maimed,
None dared to dream of when

They’d walk once more through neighbourhoods
Where laughing children played
Unaware, in peaceful dreams,
Of sacrifices made.

Yet, in the dark, in pain and tears
Sit mother, wife and son
To mourn the ones who can’t come home
From battles fought and won.

© 2011  Pam H. Murray

(Inspired by the movie “Glory”)