Favourite Poems 4

The hooves of the horses - O' Witching and Sweet,
is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet;
No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird,
Can stir me as hooves of the horses have stirred.

They spurn disappointment and trample despair,
and drown with their drum beats the challenge of care,
With scarlet and silk for their banners above,
they are swifter than fortune and sweeter than love.

On the wings of the morning they gather and fly,
In the hush of the night-time I hear them go by-
The horses of memory thundering through
With flashing white fetlocks all wet with the dew.

When you lay me to slumber no spot you can choose,
but will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes,
and under the daisies no grave be so deep
but the hooves of the horses shall sound in my sleep.

Will H. Ogilvie from Galloping


Daydreamer, where are you?

Your eyes are open

But focused on another world.

Your face is before me

But your mind is somewhere else.

Dreaming.  Dreaming.

I do not know where your thoughts are,

But I know how the journey is made

For I am a fellow traveller

On the paths that lead to dreams.


Sometimes it’s an escape,

A flight to happier times,

A visit to the past

Where memory has erased

All that was regrettable or sad

And preserved only laughter and happiness,

For memory is a comfort, a blessing

Where all the love, the conversation

The days of sunshine

Are waiting to be relived.

Memory is a treasure store,

A casket to be opened with joy,

My own version of the truth

As it seems to me.

Or is it fantasy that I fly to?

Do the things I long for

Become reality in my mind?

Am I on a trip to the place

Where imagination rules,

Where what might be, is?

Building castles, sailing seas,

Making speeches in my head?


Have I inherited a fortune,

Distributing with largess to family and friends?

Or do I dream of the attainable

Of what work and thrift

And love and care might bring,

Of all I could give or share

With people in my life?

For then ‘dream’ is another word for hope.


Lord.

I am grateful for the dreams of memory

For the wealth of good things remembered.

The source of comfort when days are lean.

I rejoice in the ability you have given

To live in worlds beyond my reach.

But this day turn my dreams to living hope

That the day will be blessed

With dreams that come true.

May this day be a good day

May every smile be returned

May conversations be without malice

May my work be worthy of the gifts

You have given me.

May my friends be happy.

May the sorrowful be comforted

May the hungry be fed

May my sins be forgiven

So that I may rest in peace

To dream again.


Frank Topping


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