Stories and Poems Written fro...

By DanTurner192

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A friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. Th... More

Poem Garden
Angel In My Garden
A Better Place
I've Been a Bit Naรฏve
Are Trees Smarter and Wiser Than Us?
The Roses of Griffith Buck
It Seems No One Looked at The Roses...
The IFA Store
The Rose Garden
The Bumblebee
The Little Black Bugs
My Home by the Sea
The Rose Gardener
Feathered Mentors
A Little White Butterfly
The One I Called A Weed
The Lucky Clover
The Raven
Nevada Rose
Seek The Simple Pleasures
We Had a Special Visitor
To Your Health
For My Wife
A Talk With Nature
First Robin of Spring
Garden Angel
Elko, Nevada
On The Day That I Shall Die
Rose Angel
The Pumpkin Chorus
My Scarecrow
Please Dear Lord
The Radish Race
The Nest
Quiet Hero
The Rose Garden
A Little Kindness
Where the Wild Roses Grow
Spring
Spring Revisited
A Big Fat Robin
Summer's Bliss
For Dorothy, My Wife
A Walk in the Garden
Like the Golden Leaves of Fall
November Rose
Winter's Chill
Harrison's Yellow

Sometimes I Wonder

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By DanTurner192


Sometimes I wonder,

What it's all about.

When I'm weary,

Filled with doubt.


When life's torments

Become so great

That my will,

It seems to break.


Late at night, when all is quiet,

And my thoughts won't let me sleep.

I pray to God to give me strength,

Or take me home - my soul to keep.


A daily struggle of just gett'n by.

Life's hurdles have become too great.

I try so hard, with so little gain.

Quiet desperation seems to be my fate.


As of recent, my mind has wandered.

To this conclusion, I have come

Of this world, I have grown tired.

Life here now, has lost its fun.


I think I would rather live

In a place where everyone is kind.

Where laughter and smiles are routine.

That's the world, I'd like to find.


A place where there is no incessant pain.

Where there are no Monday morning blues.

No taxes, credit cards or bills at all.

That's a start, for the place I'd choose.


Where chirping birds and wind chimes

Are the sounds that fill the air.

A place where love-ones gather 'round.

No engines roar or screams of terror.


A home of dancing butterflies,

Playful squirrels and smiling slugs.

Where aphids are not distained.

Just little treats for ladybugs.


A place where scented roses,

Lightly fill the morning air.

Of grass so green and columbines -

A quaint existence, without despair.


A land of so much contentment,

That the word 'depression' isn't known.

I think I would be much happier there

Where genuine love is always shown.


A land where we live with harmony.

Where mankind are not the thugs.

Of lofty trees and swaying branches

A home to gentle, kind and friendly bugs.


A place where angels are all around.

And in the garden, Jesus stops to chat.

Always with a smile and a warm gentle laugh.

I think Eden must have been like that.


Now in my dreams and idle thoughts

I have found a place of calm respite.

A shield of contentment, I have now.

When frustration's arrows begin to strike.


So, if you speak and I don't seem to hear.

Or if you wave and shout unbeknownst to me.

Don't think I'm rude or most unkind

It's just that my mind has set me free.

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