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A Recurring Event
Slowly at first she creeps ¢cross the land
Exploring with long flowing fingers
Now breaking the bonds of banks that restrain
She flows with the joy of freedom again.
Leaping in joy with increasing crescendo
She tumbles and runs unrestrained
Romping and playing in celebration
Of all the space she has gained.
Acre after acre, overtaken, submerged
By this excited and jubilant torrent
Where once there was an island
Now only tops of the trees are apparent
A recurring event we are witnessing
Yet we all stand in awe once again
Humbled by the spectacle she’s enacting here
Mighty Susquehanna after snow melt and rain.
No longer can she contain herself
Spring brings her freedom once more
And she eagerly escapes her bonds and banks
Enveloping the valley floor.
Roads are drowned in her flowing sprawl
Houses and barns become islands
I sit and watch from above, safe and dry
Here in my home in The Highlands
She’ll run fancy free for a day maybe two
Then gradually she will return
To flow once again within her banks
And the floodwaters will cease to churn.
An original poem by Carol Ferrara 03-2000Copyright © 2000-2011 all rights reserved
TWENTY FIVE YEARS
COME MY LOVE, GROW OLD WITH ME, THE BEST OF LOVE IS YET TO BE
the Man I Love
( written for my husband on our 25th wedding anniversary)
Twenty five years has come and gone
Since the day we said “I do.”
Since I was wedded to you.
I’m not the same girl that I was back then,
You’re not the same boy I remember from when,
We were young and fresh and green as the trees,
Only beginning to make memories.
We’ve come a long way on this journey called life.
We’ve grown and we’ve changed as husband and wife.
I am who I am BECAUSE I’ve known you,
And I hope that I’ve been of some worth to you too.
As I pause and reflect on the years we have shared,
I’m filled with a sense of worth.
It’s because of you and the LOVE we have shared,
I’ve found a HEAVEN on earth.
What’s it mean to stay married to one for so long?
What’s the secret; some will say:
What makes us different from others we’ve known
Who’ve parted along the way?
I don’t know the answer, I’m not really sure:
For marital problems there’s no magic cure.
Caring and sharing are words we all say;
But you and I practice them each year and each day.
We were once two but we’ve grown to be one.
Though our love is ever changing.
The secret I think is the willingness;
To be forever re-arranging.
To be willing to grow, develop and change,
To be willing to give to each other;
That which gives value to someone’s life,
That which enriches the Other.
Because of you and the LOVE you have shown
I am a better ME.
We’ve shared 25 years, a daughter , two sons.
It’s a beautiful memory.
MAY OUR LOVE EVER CHANGE AND CONTINUE TO GROW
AS YOU AND I SHARE THIS LIFE
I’LL FOREVER BE THANKFUL FOR THESE 25 YEARS
WE HAVE BEEN HUSBAND AND WIFE.
6-21-69 T0 6-21-94As of June21, 2010, we have been married 41years.
Copyright © 2008-2011 Carol Ferrara/Ferrarafreelanceall rights reserved
A birthday poem for my husband's father
For POP
A birthday is a special time
to pause and to recall
all of our accomplishments ,
the times that we stood tall.
Through all of life’s adversities
we’ve muddled day to day,
learning from and growing
as we struggle to find our way.
All at once we realize that
life is passing by
and
Father Time waits for no one
no matter how hard we try.
So don’t put off till tomorrow
what you want or need to do
and fill each day completely
with things of
meaning and purpose to you’
And on this day that marks your birth
kick back, relax, don’t wait
Enjoy yourself, indulge yourself
and really celebrate!
an original poem by Carol Ferrara
copyright © 1999-2011 Carol Ferrara/FerraraFreelance
all rights reserved
These are my grandkids (June2010)and I wrote this for them.
For that isn’t where you’ll discover
The One who will always be there for you
The One who is truly your Other
Look deep within, seek for your Self
Look deep within, discover your Self
Only then will you really feel whole.
Your Soul is a bit of that greater power
Guiding and leading and loving you
In all that you say in all that you do.
We are born to this world and our search then begins
As we search for some kind of reason
Why day follows night and night follows day
Unending throughout every season.
Spring leads to Summer and Summer to Fall
Fall leads to Winter then Spring starts it all
Over again in an unending cycle
Day after day for each Tom, Jane or Michael
Time marches on, time waits for no one
And one day you’ll wonder I know
How life passed you by, how you aged and turned gray
What happens now and where do I go?
We’re born and we live and one day we die
And those left behind can only ask why
And what does it mean that we lived and we died
What does it mean and did we really try?
We were put on this Earth to experience life
To live and to learn be we husband or wife
Our lesson is just to learn to give
All that we can for as long as we live.
Enriching the life of each soul that we meet
Not seeking but giving now that’s a real feat.
By giving it is that you’ll find your reward
For love was not meant to withhold or to hoard.
Soul is an endless supply of love
Infinite, unending like the stars up above
So reach out to others and spread it around
The more love you share the more I have found
Returns back to you and then you will see
You have finally solved the mystery.
So fill your life my daughter and sons
With love and caring and cinnamon buns
What ever you do do not hesitate
To reach out to another to improve his fate.
And never let fears block the way
To a learning experience you may have some day
For that’s what life is at least I have found
It’s a classroom, a proving and training ground.
We’re here to learn to love one and other
So learn your lesson well
And your Soul will return back to God one day
And not to the depths known as Hell.
An earlier pic of my 8 grandbabies: Leo, Grace, Jaron, Alex holding Larina, Abby, Landon and Vincent (Christmas 07)
Copyright © 1999-2011 Paintings By Carol/Carol Ferrara/FerraraFreelance all rights reserved
Love on the Bridge
I stand and wonder at this scene that I view
And I’m filled with love and a longing for you.
It’s a covered bridge with a blue, blue sky,
Full of fluffy white clouds that are drifting by.
There’s a majestic pine in this snowy scene,
It’s standing tall and is ever-so-green.
I recall a day now a long time gone by,
When two lovers walked ‘neath the same kind of sky.
They strolled hand-in hand,
Were lost in their bliss,
And within the bridge,
Paused to steal a kiss.
I can still remember your warm embrace
And the look of love that shone from your face,
As we carved our initials and vowed our true love,
While melting snow dripped from leaking rafters above.
And the sound of the water over stone and ice,
Made a babbling tune that was really quite nice,
As we walked that bridge from shore to shore
And pledged our true love forever more.
Yet as fate would have it, we did part.
Now I can only hold you here in my heart.
But, if you should ever return my way,
I have only to stop and remember that day.
When you looked at me and I looked at you,
No words were needed our hearts they just knew
You made love to me on that bridge, ‘neath that sky
Then the time came we parted and I knew not why.
As I gaze at this scene that the artist has painted,
My love for you has not been tainted
But because you no longer felt love for me,
I hurt and I cried and I then set you free.
Copyright © 1999-2011 Carol Ferrara/Ferrarafreelanceall rights reserved
THE TEMPTRESS
this poem was published 1999
Like Walden and his pond,
I find solitude on my quiet mountain side;
Overlooking the deceptively tranquil town,
Which blankets the valley below.
I feel a kinship with the river;
Now pregnant with the run off,
Of recent rains and melting snows,
Snaking its way across the valley floor.
My senses vibrate with the contrast of the far horizon.
Pale blue sky meets snow capped peaks drenched in the glow of the rising sun;
Spreading a golden wash from behind me,
Across the valley, to the hills of the horizon and beyond.
I have seen and felt the promise.
Each tiny bud on the branches outside my window
beginning as a whisper which
Will burst into the song of a new beginning.
Each drip of the melting icicle,
Clinging frantically to the warming eaves,
Punctuates in increasing tempo,
Her impending arrival.
She is both seductive and elusive,
Teasing and tempting us with short bursts of pleasure,
Only to retreat again, and leave us longing.
Yet, each day brings Her closer.
I feel Her warmness
Smell Her freshness and
Joyously await the welcome of Her return to the mountain.
Copyright © 1998-2011 Carol Ferrara/FerraraFreelance
(written 3-24-1998)all rights reserved
For Abby
I wrote this for my first newborn granddaughter, Abigail Elizabeth: 6-98
But I knew the wait was worth it
The first time I saw you smile
No. It was the first time that I held you
And gazed upon your face
Or was it when you were baptized,
All dressed in white and lace.
It really doesn’t matter,
For what I’m trying to say
Is that you’ve changed my life, Dear Girl
And I love you more each day.
I knew that I would love you
But not how much I really do
From your cute little toes to your perfect nose
To your eyes of baby blue.
Your arrival in our family
Was quite a big ta-do
So many anxiously awaited
The chance to welcome you.
It seems like only yesterday
That you came to be with us
Just a tiny bundle from Heaven
Causing a great big fuss.
You’ve filled our lives with specialness
We’ve watched you as you grew
1month, 2 months, 3 months
Now 6 months, can it be true!
You’re crawling now they tell me
And you have a tooth, no, two
I only wish I was closer
And could spend more time with you.
But though there’s miles between us
And we live so far apart
I’m holding you and loving you
Right here within my heart. ABBY Now 7-10
Copyright © 1998-2011 Carol Ferrara/FeraraFreelance
With the blare a trumpet and beat of a drum
Carols of Christmas fill the air
Everyone’s showing how much they care.
There’s a chill in the air
On this clear frosty night
And I just can not sleep
Try as I might
My head’s full of visions
Of Christmas morn
And I think of a child
Who in a stable was born.
His mother named Mary gave birth to her Son
For the inns in that town had room for no one
The Child he was born ¢ mongst the Cows and the hay
Lying in a manger on Christmas Day
She named him Jesus, Emmanuel
And wrapped Him in swaddling, Angels sang Noel
A star marked His birth, it showed the way
Hanging bright in the east
O¢er the place where He lay
The day of Christ’s birth we now celebrate
With parties and gifts and staying up late
We mustn’t forget that He is the reason
We all gather round For our Holiday season
The shopping for gifts as the days pass on by
A visit from Santa and reindeer who fly
Friends and family, loved ones so dear
Come to our home and all gather here
There’s plenty of food and the stocking are hung
We enjoy one another, some Carols are sung
The Christmas lights twinkle, Happy Holidays to all
As we rush off to dance at the Christmas Ball
Then before we know it, it’s over and done
The gifts are unwrapped and the a New Year’s begun
The tree’s taken down the tinsel’s away
The ornaments packed for the next Christmas day
May the spirit of Christmas, be with you all year
Reminding you that Christ’s love , forever is near
Pray for peace on Earth and goodwill to all men
Till we all come together at Christmas again.
An original poem by Carol Ferrara
Copyright © 1999-2011 Carol Ferrara/FerraraFreelance
© 1998-2011 Carol Ferrara/FerraraFreelance
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