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flowers

by

Henry Alters

ever so sweetly the warm breezes blow
the sweet fragrance of roses;-i planted
some time ago
though from this place;-she may be miles
the sweet aroma,she senses;--she smiles
in the spring;-ever she would look to see
of how much more grown were the flowers;--to be
her spirit knows of how much they grew
mums,hyacinths,the roses too
as it were;--i ;-though a novice
planted for her
ah ! the flowers;--so sweetly do they bloom
her spirit,not entombed;--dwells with the flowers
here in the room


to mary

by

Henry Alters

oh how my heart was filled...with that beautiful voice
now forever stilled...a beautiful songstress...with her
two apostles by her side...with her songs;sung from the
heart...many were touched and many cried...at such a time
when compassion and understanding were much needed
her timely songs more than succeeded..she tried to make the
world a better place...now heavens choir has gained a new
voice...a familiar radiant,beautiful face
gone now;her soulful voice shall stay...you will still hear
her songs;for many a day...she now takes her place...
alongside another mary...so filled with grace

snowflakes

by

Henry Alters

gently falling flakes of snow...winters scene outside my window...a majestic blanket of white so pure...each crystal
different from the one before...god details each and every
tiny crystal part...so amazing to the mind...comforting to the heart...and if god knows each and every tiny flake of snow...could he ever really let loved ones go
so her spirit smiling...nearby...like the gentle snow...
falling from the sky

evergreen

by

Henry Alters

a halo of light ascending to the heavens...leaving behind a
mourning...lost to all meaning...as the light disappears
leaving behind the dear golden memories...of the sweet loving years...as in winters frozen scene...summers leaves long gone...but never the evergreen

a valentine from a far

by

Henry Alters

of valentines past...prayed forever they'ed last...
loves heart said with flowers and things...'o memory how the heart sings...loves loss;'o how it stings...and on this
special day of love...i do so miss...that special valentines
kiss...though gone...never valentines song
of valentines days yet to come...loves heart will come...
you know who from...no flowers 'n things as in the past...
for flowers 'n things never last...so to wherever in heaven
..you are...a special valentine kiss...from love...a far

mr mossberg

by

Henry Alters

as i stood looking down...at familiar ground...as usual a
tear came'round...and i gazed up to the sky...said a prayer
and wiped my eye...and out of the corner of my eye...i saw a tall man pass by...he stood alongside me...and as he gazed down... at familiar ground... i spied a tear come 'round...and as he looked up...to the sky...i saw him...wipe his eye...
i said nothing at all...as i knelt down...and bid farewell to her...i passed by him...as quietly as could be...for i knew that mr.mossberg...was feeling;same as me...as he prayed a silent prayer...to mrs.mossberg as she lay there...
he was an older man than me...but seemed as nice a gentleman
..as one would want... a neighbor to be

By The Pond

by

Henry Alters

Twas on a warm early Febuary day...sun shining brightly
still i wished it were May...a visit to my love,I solemnly
made...and shed tears shamelessly at the place where she laid...and feeling her spirit with me to hold...I began to walk;to feel one with her soul...I came to the place so peaceful in time...the place where white ducks,swam on the pond;sublime...a place of tranquility,flowers,trees,so resembling,Eden and all...it was while here...i swear a great vision on high...i saw...off in the distance way up in the sky...a vision of such heavenly beauty...unfolded before my eye...it was on a black velvet canvas...that angels and saints seemed to be...such a feeling of awe came over me...the sight so indescribale...of which I find the words hard to say...overcome with feelings of such piety...i began to pray...but to my dismay...too soon the vision was gone...alone;of the meaning,my mind pondered on
like a bolt of thunder,my heart and soul set free...as I
remembered in the vision...with the angels and saints...
I could see thee

Go Lightly On The Ground

by

Henry Alters

Loving her was easy...bidding farewell so hard...she's gone now,forever...lying in that eternal yard...its not just the
body...its hopes dreams and love they bury...so dreary...
in the cemetery...at her gravside;I kneel and say a prayer...the grave holds only the body...the soul is never there...yet,still I'm ever so careful...as I turn 'round
I step softly I go lightly on the ground...the grave holds only the body...the soul departs...she always had my love
her soul has my heart...my tears fall freely...on the lovely flowered mound...I turn and walk softly...I go lightly on the ground...somewhere up in heaven...with her angel wings ...winging lightly...she smiles down

Kenny Green

by

Henry Alters

Many years have gone by
since I have last seen
my good friend and classmate
Kenny Green
I'd like to believe he is now
in heaven
For he died heroically at the age
of twenty seven
I remember his kindness, his fine demure
mature beyond his years
astute,never aloof he stood most popular
among his peers
It was on that fateful day in Kentucky
that he was to gain control over his fears
with failed brakes,his truck out of control
he steered off the mountain road
His aim was to miss the crowded intersection
his rig overturned and lost its load
but,Kenny's swift actions saved lives that day
sacrificing his own along the way
My cap is off to his great bravery
on this the fourth of July
I salute a hero...a fine young American
who lost his life if not in defense of his country
then for his fellow man
For heroic men like him our flag waves free
My friend and classmate...Wilmington High School
Class of 1963

Edentown

by

Henry Alters

There is a little town
where the streets are easy
to walk down
and all the while
behind each welcome smile
folks in this town pray
all day
for all souls gone astray
Its their profession
they listen to confession
and help in any way
to those gone astray
anyone in need
who wishes to do a good deed
the town shall note
in the town's book
it shall be wrote
I must declare
I know some people there
I lift my eyes up from the ground
I look up...I see them all
there in Edentown

Lonesome Dream

by

Henry Alters

On a horse drawn carriage
rode the ladies fair
I wished I could go with them
I do so solemnly swear
off they went out of sight
riding away into the swift coming night
Laughing and talking
I wondered if they would remember
me at all
So I went walking
and I pondered where had all
the fair young ladies gone
My how I shuddered
I never felt so lonesome

After Thoughts

by

Henry Alters

Perhaps,I should have tried harder
to have done my best
I so do contemplate these thoughts
as the sun sets in the west
Whom do you not know who has not
considered these thoughts
and its so terribly sad that before completion
nobility has been caught
forward motion stopped...the ball dropped
with all good intentions...matured and determined
in spirituality...before brought to fruition
the final great good deed
cancelled out by that last breath
that uncompromising,finality known
simply...as death
So therefore...I lie here wishing
so aimlessly...for what could have been
what should have been...but,what wasn't
Do we settle for far less
and did we believe so falsely that life
was only a mess
the truth being...that,did we ever
truly...try our best

Forever Roy

by

Henry Alters

He loved to sing and play guitar
To us he was a star
He was good at anything he did
I remember a kind and loving kid
who became a good man
He only wanted to follow God's plan
Before his story was told
Before his song was sung
He was taken from us much too young
Though it never seems right
God puts out the light
and someone special and loved by us
is taken...that beloved spirit
and left behind to us is only the body
to be returned to dust
To us as long as we may remember
is the image that brings us joy
As long as we may live...we shall remember
a good father,son,brother
our most beloved Roy