Daydreams

Oh that I were of my time the master
To make of it whatever I please -
That, should the result be such disaster,
Were I to call it a masterpiece
There would be none that dare disagree
For that prerogative lies only with me

Oh that I were to all claims unbound -
Unfettered and free as a bird in flight -
No chain strong enough to tie me down,
The open sky my prize, my right,
And on the capricious breeze to soar
Landing only to take flight once more

It is not foreordained that I should remain free
Unburdened by the cares this world may dredge;
My daydreams I must submit willingly
And at last my allegiance I must pledge:
To duty to country, to God above,
To a few I hold dear, and to one true love

2014 Rebekah Davis, all rights reserved

Winter Dawn

How fair the dawn, how fine the frost
Tender twigs encased in ice
Sunrays, softly beaming, toss’d
Fields of virgin snow entice

The frozen wind, the winter chill
The barren trees their vigil keep
Sun’s slow rise o’er distant hill
While woodland creatures gently sleep

2009 Rebekah Davis, all rights reserved

Midsummer Night Song

Dusk settles softly as the sun sinks low
Summer days long as the waving corn rows
Wind rustles soft through the trees as it blows
Soft blue replaces sunset’s rosy glow
Leftover heat hangs heavy in the air
Low dark clouds hold a promise and a prayer

Dusk fades to twilight and dark closes in
Creatures awake and their night-songs begin
First start the crickets with their soothing din
Katydids rasping their sweet song blend in
The owls and the whippoorwills set the pace
In harmony bullfrogs sing out the bass

Bright the moon rises and bright it shines down
Stars, twinkling gently, peek out from the clouds
Below in darkness of trees, grass, and ground
Other lights shimmer, shine, and dance about
As if to mirror the heavenly lights
Sparkle together a host of fireflies

The chorus of songs, the fireflies’ spark
Benevolent gleaming of moon and stars
Beautiful chaos heard just in the dark
Cacophony touching their Maker’s heart
But little they care if humans should hear
Their voices in praise meant just for His ears

2012 Rebekah Davis, all rights reserved