Heaven's Song

Beyond this planet shines a silver orb
all smoothed and polished by an angel's wing
and all those dreams of love that I absorb
are gentle thoughts within the song I sing.

Your sturdy body nestles safe and warm
with hearty wings to lift me past the sky,
and I hold tight against your rushing form
as streams of stars blink at my passage by.

And if this dream that holds me by your side
is nothing more than just my dying soul
I'll beg again to shine from deep inside
with grateful notes to keep you strong and whole.

How pure this tune is as your vessel nears
to sing a song that only heaven hears.




Pamela A. Lamppa
Copyright © 2013
all rights reserved






A pretty little sonnet

Stars and Stripes

While spring turns into lazy summer days
the words of independence drip on lips
and hands of pride move rightly on to hips
reminding us with banners and displays.
And as our anthem in the background plays,
a child with eyes wide open hears its tune
and heritage breathes in what it conveys
like lemonade in early afternoon.

The celebration soon to hit each town
reminds us with nostalgia of things passed,
of soldiers brave who led to liberty
with tearful eyes recalled above hard frowns.
The softer joys of fishing lines are cast
with easy sway as freedom will decree
foundation's words that one cannot eclipse 
as pride remembers why we raise our flag.

Such liberties are not set there to brag
or boast of "more" to foreign sailing ships
but for the reason freedom's harness grips
and voice is let to sing without a gag.
Its worth cannot be deemed on a price tag  
or bartered for a stack of gambling chips.
This sparkling celebration we express
reveals ideals of where our base is laid. 

Those stars and stripes that signify our land
are treasured as a mother's soft caress 
as people march in unified parade;
one nation, indivisible in hand.







by Pamela A Lamppa
© All rights reserved.



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