What Do I See?

THURSDAY PROMPT
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WHAT DO I SEE?

You ask what do I see. I see a life

Collected in one place upon a shelf.

A child, a daughter, and a loving wife,

Gathering lovingkindness to herself.

I see the knicknacks and the trinkets there,

The memorabilia of so many years.

I hear an echo of a time more fair;

I hear an echo of a time of tears.

A lifetime is condensed in what we see;

The value lies in golden memories.

She gazes fondly on what used to be,

And smiles when lost in gentle reveries.

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THE WATTLE.
(The First sign of an Australian Spring.)

The Winter has a paintbrush
That's filled with faded paint.
The greys and greens are languid
And all is pale and faint.
And suddenly a trumpet sounds!
A wild and brilliant sound!
As the Wattle throws its yellowness around.

The Wattle heralds Springtime
When skies are washed and clear,
As, with a jaunty brightness,
It tells us Summer's near.
The wild birds start to clamour
With a bright and blessed sound,
As the Wattle throws its yellowness around.

The Wattle bursts with blossom
In every local park.
And, if the day is cloudy,
It lights a merry spark.
It's falling gift of puff-balls
Spreads across the waiting ground
As the Wattle throws its yellowness around.

The Wattle blooms in Springtime
When some other trees are bare.
It stands there like a Princess
With gleaming yellow hair.
We had lost the golden weather
But now, at last, it's found
As the Wattle throws its yellowness around.

A multitude of candles
Light a world that once was cold.
It blesses us
Blesses us with its Gold

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