Marlene J. Campbell 

Galt, MO, USA 

 
 
 

Marlene has written since 1973, being published with Sparrowgrass, Modern Poets, Famous Poets and National Library Societies, receiving International Poet of Merit, seven Editor's Choice Awards and two Achievement awards. She has three self-published chap-books. Special dedications were read by State Representative Phil Tate, and passed to Sullivan County, Missouri's Historical Society. She has three poems to music and several published in local newspapers and is now pursuing greeting card and magazine companies. Marlene says, "Start each day with a smile, kind word and love in your heart for everyone. Believe in yourself and God will show you everything is possible." 

 

I Heard You Call 

I heard your voice calling, 
I looked around to see.  
The room was still and empty,  
No one was here but me.  
Our hearts entwine together,  
Our minds are sometimes one,  
I've heard you call before,  
I know not how it's done.  
When my mind is open,  
I can hear you plead.  
Call on me, my darling,  
Anytime you need.  
I've never had this closeness,  
With anyone before,  
I'll hold your love eternal,  
My heart's your open door. 

Back To The Principles 

What is our country coming to 
When we no longer 
Honor our flag?  
How can we  
Throw her on the floor,  
Treating her like 
A dirty old rag 

Where is our patriotism 
That started way back when,  
People loved this country,  
Which they stood up to defend?  
 

Why are we forgetting,  
To honor our symbols?  
We're casting them aside 
Like old worn out thimbles.  

How can we not see,  
Our country's never failed,  
Because of the courage, 
That's always prevailed?  

Let's get back to the principles 
Before they're completely gone.  
The patriotism, 
Honor, Courage, 
This country was founded on. 

Daydreams 

I sit upon my window sill 
with dreams that are so real.  
First I see a water mill 
then climb a big steep hill.  
I know that I, surely will,  
all my days fulfill,  
When I stand beside that water mill,  
and look down from atop that hill. 
All poems Copyright © 1997 Marlene J. Campbell. All rights reserved.