"Do Angels Eat?"

Come and taste the foods that
Angels eat. The foods that
have sparkles and dance
at your feet.
The foods where it comes
from, no one knows where.
This food is not a peach
or a yellow pear.
Now you may ask "Do
Angels Eat?" do Angels
live? When can I meet
an Angel, for of this food
would they give.
I want to fly too very
high into the sky.
When I see an Angel
I know my eyes will
cry.
I want to eat this food
that sparkles and dance
at my feet. My heart
will feel so much joy
as this food will be so
sweet.

David A. Bernard

"The Moon Flower"

The flower shines each night it
stands with much pride. The
flower has much beauty for
all to see, when we need help
the flower will gives us help
like a guide.
When the moon is new, the
flower is still standing tall.
The flower will always be there
its there for us, for we won't
fall.
No matter day or night, we
need not fear. When we cry
out with our tears, our voice
the flower will open up and
hear.
"The Moon Flower" is here
for us when we are in need.
It grows in peaceful places,
it comes from a round golden
seed.

David A. Bernard

"A Radiant Light"

As I stand on this hill, one side my

family the other a radiant light.

My legs could not move at all

I tired to move them with all of

my might.

The thoughts of my past were moving

in my mind so fast. The world was

spinning around and around, how

long would this last.

This radiant light was so beautiful, so

peaceful. While I could see my family

smiling faces the people that I really love

and adore.

At last my legs were free to move to the

left or to the right. Which way shall I

choose. My loving beautiful family or

this awesome radiant light.

David A. Bernard

"This Is My Valley"

This is my valley, the valley I seen the

birds fly with mankind. Were the fresh

air went into your lungs that brought

imagines and beauty in your mind.

This is my valley, the valley were the

green hills rolled together, one each

hill is a tree has a name made by

that golden feather.

This is my valley, the valley were the

water from the crystal pond gave you

no sickness or harm. For this was writing

down by the golden feather it was our

perious writing arm.

This is my valley, the valley were I came

from with my strength and wisdom.

The place I want to go to get peacefull

days and nights, were everyone’s soul

is so very calm.

David A. Bernard