Here I am walking
Along the water front
I feel secure as if I am
In my own backyard.
This is my place, this is my home
This is my sanctuary.
I come to peace with myself.
I feel I can reach and touch
The blue skies that always seem
To hang over the ocean.
Making the world seem so soft,
So beautiful, so untouchable
And so safe.
I laugh with delight and childlike glee
When the waves come dashing to where I stand.
Flowing freely, covering everything in its path.
I watch with wonder as the birds dive in.
Probably getting their meal, and finding a place on the sand to feast.
What a wonder, and a sight to behold.
It cost’s nothing to get the feeling of nature around us.
And to enjoy life to its fullest.
Memory Of A Hero
It was back in 44
Towards the end of World War II
That a mother’s heart was broken
For her boy who was so true
He had fought his war for freedom
For all things he loved so well
It was not at all like Heaven
But more and more like hell
He was known to all his buddies
As he had a heart of gold
But now he lies beneath his rifle
Very still, quiet, and cold
It’s that courage that keeps us going
And that spirit that keeps us young
For this we know from experience
Since the time of war begun
Now the rifles are all quiet
And the sounds of war are gone
The world goes on living
As we have done on and on
But for one there is still sorrow
For her hero son is gone
But she knows deep in our hearts
His memory will live on
So if you’re out on a starry night
Just glance up at the sky
There you shall see a bright new star
Of a mother’s hero long gone by
JOHN M. JOANNOU
As the evening sun begins to set
And the winter night grows near
I can hear the church chimes playing
As old Saint Nick will soon be here
So here I sit by my fireplace
Watching as the flames begin to grow
Listening to the patter of little feet
As I watch the falling snow
The lights are shining bright and clear
While people begin hanging mistletoe
The sounds of singing I can hear
From the small village down below
Now the snow has grown quite deep
And it glitters like diamonds in the street
The children are all tucked up in their beds
While all kinds of toys parade in their heads
As for me, I’m sitting all cozy and warm
In my easy chair so old and so worn
And once again Christmas grows near
As the world tonight fears no fear
So as my eyes grow heavy with sleep
And the fire begins to grow cold
I can feel the presence of old Saint Nick
As once again the story of Christmas unfolds
JOHN M. JOANNOU
Hoping that someday I could go back through the past,
Realizing what I’ve done had changed what we had,
But next thing I know I’m realizing I could read your every thought,
Hoping we could go to the next flight above,
I’ve made some mistakes and learned it the hard way,
Realizing that we could have had it the right way,
Hoping you’ll see me and feel the way I feel about you,
But you know I only had one chance,
The chance to be with you,
But if only you knew,
How I feel about you,
You would know that these feelings I have about you,
Are as real as my heart beats for you.
My Shining Lights
I have four sons
They are like gems in the sky.
Each has a different glow,
A different aura
But all have my heart.
One is serene
He is full of joy, full of life.
He never seems to be
Hurt or angry.
The other is cautious,
Always on the alert
And is very sensitive
I can’t seem to reach him.
The third know it all,
Thinks he’s the eldest.
He’s tall, smart, cunning and handsome.
The last is a ray of sunshine
Full of love
He has his own way
But they are my heart
And a true extension of me.
The Gift Of Gifts
On a winter’s night with snow so deep
A family lays in anxious sleep
For the day that is about to dawn
Is the day that saw a Savior born
Beneath their tree the gifts are few
But what is there will surely do
For in that house is an abiding love
Between each within and for God above
A love not shaken by lack of wealth
A bond not weakened by times not its test
For this family knows that by God they’ve been blessed