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Spark
I wrote and having writ
Fired fires I had lit,
Lighted candles in the dark,
With one tiny written spark.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn 1986
Poem Picture
If I have not given you
A picture you can see,
Then I failed
In writing poetry.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn 1986
Morning Park
The park was silent in the early hours,
Flowers, dew-kissed, in their bowers
The children's swings so gently creaking,
Birds in nests begin their tweaking.
The water fountains bubbling, tumbling,
Dry leaves scurry in their bumbling,
Chipmunks crossly twitch and chattering
Berate the raindrops wetly spattering.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
My People
"My People", I hear that phrase
Wondering all the while
Who do they mean to speak of
With a phrase so out of style.
Only God can say that,
For we are His alone,
All of us together
Make this earth our home.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Seasons Change
The barren limbs are waiting for the
magic touch of spring,
The winter birds are watching
robins on the wing,
White butterflies, seeking nectar, are
flitting here and there,
Summer soon will be here with
blossoms in her hair.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Spring Gold
Acacia trees in flower,
Mustard blooming on the hills,
Tulips in the garden
and Golden Daffodils.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Untitled
Highways in heaven
are followed each day
By the sun and the moon
knowing the way
To complete every orbit
and stay right in line
While man, here on earth,
keeps calendar time.
It's truly amazing
how little we know,
While God, up in heaven,
puts on such a show.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Quilts
Great Grandma gathered friends around
And midst their happy chattering sound,
The silver needles plied the thread
While quilts were made for every bed.
The colors of their lives were there,
Every scrap was there to share.
Like a puzzle put together
Quilts were made for winter weather.
The quilting bee was lots of fun,
With patterns like the rising sun,
The double wedding ring as well.
Every piece hd a tale to tell.
Little sister's pinafore
Papa's shirt and so much more.
Handed down each generation
Meriting such veneration.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Untitled
Waiting is a silent game,
One that brings rare little fame,
Yet half our lives are often spent
In lines, impatiently intent.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Vacant House
The house was just a derelict
With windows boarded up,
The porch was sagging
While the roof dipped like a cup.
I couldn't help but wonder
As I passed that old house by
What happened to the family
That let an old house die.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
A DISSERTATION ON THE SUBJECT OF
LONG DISTANCE TELEPHONE CALLS
Humming wires
Cash expires
*D.E.R
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Muddy Shoes
Muddy shoes and grimy face
Childhood runs a rapid pace.
Soon it's ribbons in the hair
Primly sitting in a chair.
You think the race you've won
When you married someone's son.
Now it's started all again
Even on a different plane.
You're a Mother on you r own,
Watching 'til the child is grown.
Muddy shoes and grimy face
Childhood runs a rapid pace.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Ragged teddy bear
Favorite night partner
finds attic alone
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
A Son
My child, heart of my heart,
Loved from the very start,
Cherished all your childhood days
Teaching you for grown up ways.
Grown to manhood overnight,
Somehow it doesn't seem just right,
That bearded man so tall to see ---
Just yesterday was on my knee.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Wheat Field
Wheat field, golden sea of grass
Cresting as the breezes pass,
Miles and miles without a tree,
Golden wheat just blowing free.
Feeding nations round the world
When the golden sheaves unfurled,
Making flour for the bread
For golden sea of butter spread.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Night Thoughts
They come,
The night thoughts
Riding herd on my hours.
They come,
Incoherent
Like midnight dark flowers.
They go,
Like raindrops
Lost in the dawn showers.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Ah! Rutter's Rainbow!
Rainbows are colorful
changing and bright,
Everyone says they're a
beautiful sight.
Mine is a rainbow
of human delight
Of children who come to me
out of the night.
Some come for short stays,
some were here long,
Each one brought notes for
my life's happy song.
They fit themselves into
our busy throng---
Rutter's Rainbow is where
they all belong.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
Day Care Children
Golden curls and raven tresses,
Old blue jeans or ruffled dresses,
Lunch pails sitting in a row,
Toys all set for tell and show.
Small ones, big ones, fat and think,
Some with dimples in their chind.
Children of the working Mothers
Cared for daily here by others.
**Dawn E. Rutter
borrowed from Kangaroo Pockets
** in honor of Rutter's Rainbow
How I Write
I am but the pen
through which words flow,
Alike to the candle
with the wick to glow.
We are all a part
of something else,
As Britons who are
often
Irish, English, Welsh.
When God sends the
words,
I put them all down
For the talent is His,
I cannot wear the crown.
I cannot take credit
for the poems that I share.
Without God
There would be nothing there.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes
of Dawn ©1986
You are good for my soul,
Strewing flowers in the meadows of my life
With your sweet words
And in the end,
What sweeter gift can one give
Than to be a friend.
**Dawn E. Rutter
Echoes of Dawn ©1986
