Garland E. Day 

Cleburne, Texas 

 
 
 

Served in France, Belgium, Germany with the United States Army and Air Force Reserves! Went to school at Hespered, CO 1940- 1941; Radio Television Arts Academy in Los Angeles, CA and Teahuacoana Junior College in Tashicacoma, TX. I was an aircraft inspector from 1952-1984. Returned in 1984 from General Dynamics in Ft. Worth, TX. I started writing poetry at age 15, to date, iambic is my favorite. Eugene Fields and Joyce Kilmer are my favorite poets. There are many others. I served in Europe in World War II. I was in Weimer, Germany the day the war in Europe ended ! I've received about 31 Certificates of Merit from World of Poetry and the National Library of Poetry. 

 

THE MAGIC OF DAWN ! 

AT "DAWN" THE WORLD BURST INTO LIGHT!
THE SUN'S RAYS ARE REFLECTED ON EARTH!
THE "MAGIC", IN THE NEW WORLD THAT'S BORN,
ADDS BEAUTY TO THIS REBIRTH!
THE GLITTERING SUN, IN EARLY MORNING,
SHINES BRIGHT UPON THE DEW!
AS DAWN, REKINDLES THE SPARK OF LIFE,
AND EARTH'S BEAUTY IS RENEWED!!

THE SUN MOVES ACROSS EONS OF SPACE!
TO DROP BEHIND THE WESTERN HILLS!
BEAUTY IS NOT EQUALED IN HEAVENLY FLIGHT,
AS THE EARTH IS COOLED AND THE WORLD IS
CHILLED!
IN REPETITION, SHE REPEATS HER DAILY
FLIGHT!
AS TIME RUSHES THE WORLD ALONG!
SOON, WE APPROACH THE MORNING LIGHT,
AND ONCE AGAIN, WE HAVE THE MAGIC OF
DAWN!

"WHEN MY DREAM WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR!" 

MY DREAM WAS BORN TO ME BY DAY
SOME DREAMS ARE BORN BY NIGHT!
SHE CAME IN THE MONTH OF MAY,
THE WORLD, WAS STILL AND QUITE!

NOW WITH TIME ALL THIS HAS
CHANGED,
MY DREAM SHE LAUGHS AND SMILES!
THE WONDROUS LOVE, THAT SHE
EXPANDS
COMES ONLY FROM A CHILD!

IF HEAVEN CAN ONLY BE LIKE THIS,
AND DREAMS ALWAYS THIS RIGHT,
MAY GOD PRESERVE HER LOVELY SOUL
AND KEEP HER IN HIS SIGHT!

SHE SINGS TO ME OF LOVE AND LIFE
AND KEEPS MY HEART FULFILLED,
MY DREAMS LIKE HERS ARE WONDERFUL
AND IN ALL OUR DREAMS WE LIVE!

SOME SAY DREAMS ARE MADE BY FOOLS!
BUT THIS I DO DEPLORE
FOR GOD GAVE ME THE RAREST GEM
WHEN MY DREAM WALKED IN THE DOOR!

TURN AROUND TWICE!

TURN AROUND TWICE AND YOUR CHILDHOOD IS OVER!
FOR A VERY SHORT PERIOD YOU'RE A MAN
TURN AROUND TWICE AND YOUR CHILDREN HAVE LEFT YOU,
AND YOU ARE JUST ABLE TO TURN AROUND AGAIN!

SOMEHOW WE PULL THROUGH TO ANOTHER NEW YEAR,
WITH AGE WE SLOW DOWN OUR PACE!
TURN AROUND TWICE IN THE GAME OF LIFE,
AND IN TURNING YOU JUST LOST THE RACE!

YOUR LIFE SPAN HAS RUN OUT THE WATERS ARE COLD,
THERE IS ONLY DARKNESS AHEAD,
YOUR FUTURE IS UNKNOWN IN LIFE AFTER DEATH
SO TURN AROUND TWICE AND YOU'RE DEAD!

THEY'LL PUT YOU TO REST ON TOP OF A HILL!
MOURNERS WILL PASS BY YOUR GRAVE,
SO TURN AROUND TWICE BEFORE ITS TOO LATE,
AND SEE IF THERE'S SOME SOULS YOU CAN SAVE!?

All poems Copyright © 1997 Garland E. Day. All rights reserved.