Donald Joe Wall

Wyancloth, Michigan

Don started writing poetry in 1992, and feels poetry can be seen as well as heard and touched by the hand, it can be written on all walks of life, in these times or Bible times. He is a church member through a Baptist Church. Don has won two Editors Choice Awards through The National Library of Poetry and has had other poems published in Cadiz Record in Cadiz, KY. Don feels God gave him this gift after going through some accident. I can do all things through Christ, which strengthens me.

Walking On The Sea

As snowflakes faded away spring had come and gone, summer as well into
its days One day I was walking along the seashore the tide was coming in
Laughing gulls were flying through the blue sky, The wet breeze seem to
slip right through me. As I looked down their were seashells all over the
ground. And the sand was so warm to my feet when I looked down and their
was one sandle print laying in the sand. As I looked around there was not
a person to be found, only dolphins seem to be talking to me and sea turtles
were leaving the shore. Gray whales seem so close to me, sea otters are
feeding near by, like one happy family in this day and time.
A fishing boat is floating across the sea. When all of a sudden a storm
come rushing in and the hail was beating me to the sand lightning was
flashing across the sky and I thought I was going to die. When out of the
blue I saw Jesus walking on the sea then he calm the storm.
Then the sun was shining so bright that it blinded my eyes when I looked
back out to the sea he was no longer their. Then the wind seem to be
whispering to me. As I left the sea I wish I could see him just one
more time in this life of mine.

Gods Gracious Gift

God gave us a Mother to love
she was bless form our Lord above.
Always tending to our needs making our home a nice place too be.
Working hard everyday
yet never complaining in anyway.
Working in her garden all summer through
Preparing meals and for winter too.
Yet always finds the time to sew and mend
Keeping our cloths looking like new.
mother teaches us to always pray
love the lord,
And by the way!
Shares with us when times are good,
Crys with us when times are sad.
A mother prays for us in her own way.
Cares and gives to us more then one can say.
Yet mother is always their with a smile on her face
That would warm you heart on any day.
many times other would say,
Jesus helps me all the way.
As evening would set in mother would be resting on the porch
softly praying to Jesus thanking him for this day,
An singing sweet words of
Old hymn "Mother Way"
An I praise you Lord
For giving a loving
Mother like mine.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Donald Joe Wall. All rights reserved.