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My poetry from different times in my life.
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Wickerman

Build our man of willow
Stong and flexible
Bend and weave
Turn and tie

First one leg, then the other
Overseen by grovemen
Bend and weave
Turn and tie

Start an arm and make its match
Ready lie half the size.

Build our Man of willow
Strong and flexible
Turn and hands to the body
Add the head,
Turn and tie

There its done; our Wickerman lies

Unforgettable

If no one remembers you,
What makes you so forgettable?
Is it what you said?
Is it what you did?

How can you be remembered?
Can you say something original or
Can you be more pleasant?
Can words trip like honey from your lips?

If no one remembers you,
What can be the change that makes you unforgettable?
Copyright © 2006 Ann Marie Meadows (Poetry.com)
Copyright © 2009 Ann Marie Meadows (Lulu.Poetry.com)

The Way

Find the way,
Tread firmly.
Set the pathway.
Let others follow.
(You will find courage.)

Find your nitch,
Do it yourself,
Prove the switch.
Let others follow.
(You will find stamina.)

Listen and learn,
Go deep in meditation.
Find the bend in the river.
Let others follow.
(You will find peace.)

Candles burn,
Long into the night.
Sit and rest.
Let others follow.
(You will find patience.)

A year and a day,
Circle round and back again.
See your journey end.
Begin again.

Copyright © 2009 Ann Marie Meadows

Summerland

I am traveling to the West
To find eternal rest
I am traveling to the West
To find my Summerland

I have seen the sun rise
I have seen the moon set
I am going to the West
Do not cry my dearest

My face is glowing in my faith
I have not regrets behind me
I have journeyed to the west
To find eternal rest

I have tasted summer wine
I have feasted in winter time
I have journeyed one last time
I close my eyes one last time.
I breathe one last time.

As I shut my eyes at last
I will see the doorway
I will greet our goddess
I will be contented

I have seen the sun rise
I have seen the moon set
I am going to the West
Do not cry my dearest

When it’s time for you to come
I will be with the goddess
Don’t forget me dearest one
Where the sun never sets.

Soldier Mountain

Mountain stately in the distance.
Garlanded in hardwood artistry.
Showing no sign of weakness,
Only calm against monstrosity.

Festooned in fall’s vibrant colors.
Bedazzling eyes in morning light.
Strong and stable unlike others,
Courageous and steady for any fight.

Banners arching brightly against darkened sky.
Throwing last glow softly.
Rigid edges blurred on high,
Harking all to speak softly.

Copyright ©2006 Ann Marie Meadows