Poems By Lady 98!

Poems by Lady 98 Years!
Alora M. Knight

Her name is Alora M. Knight. There is wonderful content in her Poems, such wonderful Wisdom from her Creator.

I will refer to her as a Modern Day Patriarch - All of us have something we can learn from her, I'm sure.

She has a wonderful way with words and is blessed for her years!

To My Treasured Friend

Though there is gold up in the mountains,

Lovely pearls deep in the sea,

Those treasures do not mean as much

As your friendship means to me.

While diamonds may be beautiful,

And worth a lot of money,

They cannot give a warm embrace

Or share jokes we think are funny.

I know it's true some people

Will collect much priceless art,

Yet I have never seen a picture

That showed me a loving heart.

So I don't need to spend a fortune

To have what means the most to me.

Knowing that I have had your friendship

Will be a treasured memory.

Happy Birthday, Daughter

Many are the joys in life.

I'm blessed with quite a few.

Still, most of all I'm grateful

To have a daughter just like you.

I remember well when you were born,

The joy that filled my heart.

When I first held you in my arms,

I loved you from the start.

It was always such a pleasure

To see your precious life unfold.

Learning new things every day

Brought happiness untold.

Though no one knows the future,

What each one has in store,

I know whatever happens

I couldn't love you more.

So on this special day of yours,

Know the love that's there for you.

Not just today, but every day,

Will last a lifetime through.

Seeds Of Wisdom

A gardener, if he's very wise,

When it is planting season,

Will always use the best of seeds.

It only stands to reason.

Because he knows when harvest comes

He'll reap what he has sown.

If he's been careful, he'll be proud

Of all that he has grown.

It makes me realize that words

Are very much like seeds.

People use all kinds of them

That seem to fit their needs.

But, unlike seeds, the words we speak

Don't stay down in the ground.

More likely in a fertile mind

Is where they will be abound.

Where they are nourished by the thoughts

Of those who seek to find

A way they can express themselves.

The way of all mankind.

Especially fertile is the mind

Of every little one,

So we should be so careful

Before much harm is done.

A child will mimic what he hears

And not give it a thought.

He doesn't even realize

Just what he has been taught.

Still, when he's grown, his attitude,

And what he will believe

Will come from words that he has heard

And what his mind received.

Keeping A Cheerful Attitude In Public

We are all a part of the scenery, you know,

No matter where you may live.

There's someone who will feel your presence,

Absorb the attitude that you might give.

You'll never know when you've influenced

How someone else will feel.

It my not have been your purpose,

Still, the effect can be quite real.

A cheerful word might be what's needed

To brighten up another's day.

It may be a total stranger

Who chanced to pass along your way.

How often have your spirits plunged

When a sour response was given?

It's time for each and everyone

In this world in which we live in,

To be aware, to do our part

To make this world a better place.

So when you leave your house each day,

Please keep a smile upon your face.

It can even make a difference

How nicely you are dressed.

You'll be a bright spot on the scene

If you will look your best.

The Beauty Of The Sky

I wonder if we realize

The gifts that we've been given,

The endless flow of beauty

Bestowed on us by Heaven.

A rainbow arching across the skies

Shares its radiant hues,

While clouds that tumble here and there

Portray fantastic views.

Nighttime's filled with countless stars,

Each shares a twinkling light

While the moon rotates in glory

As it travels throughout the night.

Those who welcome early dawn

See beauty unsurpassed.

The evening sun surrenders day,

Its glowing lights amassed.

It's there for everyone to share,

To benefit thereby.

A beauty that is freely given

To those who look up at the sky.

His Presence

A friend of mine once asked me

Just how could I believe

In someone I never saw,

Nor spoken words received.

I thought, perhaps, I should explain

Just why I have no doubt

That it was God's creativeness

That brought this world about.

I only have to look around

To know that He is there.

I see and feel and hear Him.

That's why I'm so aware.

I see Him in the raindrops

That nourish trees and flowers.

I see Him in the rainbows

That sometimes follow showers.

I see Him in a mother's love

When looking at her child.

So thankful that this miracle

Is pure and undefiled.

I see Him in the wrinkled face

That's seen so many years,

Knowing it was faith in Him

That overcame all fears.

I hear Him when a meadowlark

Trills out its joyful song.

I hear Him when the thunder

Comes forth so loud and strong.

I see the beauty of Him

In the butterflies on wing.

The feathers of the peacock

Are the colors He can bring.

I feel Him when a playful breeze

Blows gently through my hair.

When the sun shines warmly on my face,

I know that He is there.

His strength shows in the mountains

And the ever pounding seas.

A kitten's purred affection

Shows how gentle love can be.

It's true I have no pictures

To hang upon my wall.

I do not need a portrait,

His presence to recall.

For those who wish to listen,

It is played throughout the land.

The symphony of life itself,

Directed by His hand.

I Love A Lonely Winding Road

I love a lonely winding road

That takes me where I cannot see

Until each softly rounded hill

Reveals its landscaped mystery.

Where nature's stage creates the plot,

What ever the scene may be.

I love the crocus call in spring,

The first to wake from winter's sleep.

Translucent bits of ivory joy,

So patient under snow banks deep,

'Til they can lift each star like face

And proudly nature's rhythm keep.

I love the fiery autumn hues,

Too harsh to bear in gentle spring

But welcomed by the strident wind

That makes the mighty pine tree sing,

Freeing the crimson leaves that dance

Like bright birds, high on wing.

I love the wonders of this world,

The secrets nature guards so well

From those who have no time to spend,

Who will not lift the ocean's shell

And listen to the murmured tale

That each one has to tell.

On The Wings Of A Song

Once in a while, if you are feeling blue,

When troubles seem to keep coming along,

If you will take the time to listen to music

It can lift your spirits on the wings of a song.

You don't have to be in a concert hall,

For nature provides its own symphonies.

There are no discords in the murmuring stream,

Or the wind as it gently hums through the trees.

Who has not heard the frogs' cheerful concert

When the nighttime shadows draw near?

If you will take the time to quietly listen,

The evening serenade of crickets you'll hear.

There's a rhythm to the lapping waves on the shore.

In the sky, every bird has its own melody.

Even the mightiest humpback whale

Sings its love songs down deep in the sea.

It may not change the problems that you have.

There are times when things will go wrong.

Still, it can help bring peace to your soul

When you lift your heart on the wings of a song...

WE NEED TO HEAR FROM ALORA'S GENERATION

I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE SURE HER WORDS LIVE ON!

Poems by Lady 98 Years!Alora M. Knight