I Am Grateful

In he that created me
and gave me free will.
Instilled in me a sense of pride.
Blessed me with a healthy
body and sound mind.

Created in me a sense of purpose.
Imprinted in my heart a true
road map to peace and happiness.

I am grateful for my ability
to smell the perfumed flowers
that nature created and
painted so perfectly.

I am graeful for the use
of all my limbs that allows
me to take long walks
thru the fertile fields.

I am grateful for my sense
of hearing, that I may enjoy
the songs of the Mocking bird.

I am grateful for my sense of
feeling and smell when I touch
the Roses in my mother's garden.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2010

The Willows Trees

The Willow Tree with it's drooping
eyes filled with tears,
for centuries enslaved by the
master's will.

For tall it stood in a stately fashion,
a giant shadow it cast,
with it's magnificent foliage, covering
those who walked down it's path.

Under it's protective canopy
were colorful umbrellas,
lavish dresses and songs sung
by slaves, I am my master's fellow.

In the nearby fields, there were no Willow
trees. The scorching sun burned their skin.
There were no route of escape for
those slaves who wanted to leave.

Now, the master is gone, the slaves were set free.
The roads to freedom were filled with joy,
and the sun was blocked by Willow trees.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2010