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Two Poems from our Narrative Poetry Collection

 
 
CHILDHOOD
   
Author: Mary Shovlin
   
Poem:
CHILDHOOD
   
  Playing doctors with lollipop sticks
Making arrows out of sticks
Swimming baths and long picnics
Hide and Seek and Kick the Can
Hunts and Meetings oh how we ran!
Dashing through fields, playing war games
Running through schemes, having pretend names
Making our way through the 'jungle' to the Palm Beach
Playing at school, it was a fight who would teach!
The days of my childhood seem like a dream ....
Dark winter's morning, going to school
Steaming coats, lighted classrooms, playing the fool
Delving into the world of books
Catty comments on children's looks
Fights in the playground, getting the strap
Getting student teachers into a flap!
Cuts, scrapes, bumps and bruises
have a good cry
No wasted effort on a sigh
The days of my childhood seem like a dream ....
It seems like the sun always shone
In the days of my childhood
Always having fun
Life seemed so good!
One long summer holiday
Although bad times must have occurred
Pushed to the back of your mind
The days of my childhood seem like a dream.
© Mary A. Shovlin 2001

   
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The Judge (Part II)
   
Author: Mary Shovlin
   
Poem: The Judge (Part II)
   

I trembled standing before the judge
My crimes had caught me out ....
The court room was spacious, airy and bright
And there was something about the light ....
The one up before me had been let off
And the one before that too
I was hopeful the judge was lenient
I didn't know what to do ....
It was too late to show sorrow
The damage had been done
Remorseful, full of fear
What had brought me here?
I had broken the law
and must pay the price
Too soon it was my turn
Would I be forgiven or
would I burn?
The seat it was a Throne
for God's Glorious Son
Not confident in His Mercy
and I was not the only one ...
Jesus, Majestic, rose and spoke
"You are not forgiven ...."
- I shook with fright
"by what you do"
He continued
"You believed but were not certain,
I tell you true
My blood has saved you.
Behaviour does not condone
If you repent
and change your heart
Now before My Throne
I relent
and set you apart ...
Go with my sheep
To the right
Enter the Narrow Gate
Into Paradise ...."
Now I still trembled ...
but now I trembled with joy.
I had repented on earth
And this was enough
to win my salvation
Because of Jesus' birth
All around was love
which led to my eternal destination ...
Thank God!
© Mary A. Shovlin 25 August 2003
 
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