Momentous Steps ~ Revised 5/11/07, Wizard Award Options

[Guest_Cathy_*]

Thanks everyone!


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Momentous Steps

At one you took momentous steps
and from that day you forged a dream...
You'd scoop up little hills of sand
to sculpt a fort with tiny hands
and bivouac army soldiers there.

Your thrill outran mobility
when seeking jeeps of camouflage;
sidestepping drums and wikiup,
you always ended bottom up...
with shining smile and impish flair.

A cadence now commands your steps;
distinctly military drums
with deep percussive rhythms start
to echo pride within your heart.
In tapping inner strength you dare

to march the hills of foreign lands
with liberty in fervent sight;
across the desert's palling sands,
an M-16 in able hands...
your eyes alight with freedom's flare.

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright April 25, 2007



Momentous Steps ~ 4th revision

Upon discovering how to walk,
'my little one', you knew your way.
You'd scoop up every grain of sand
and build a fort with tiny hand
to bivouac army soldiers where

your thrill outran mobility
while seeking jeeps in camouflage.
Sidestepping drums and wikiup
you'd always end up bottom-up...
your eyes alight with impish flair.

A cadence now commands your steps
to distant military drums,
their deep percussive rhythms start
to echo pride within your heart.
In tapping inner strength you dare

to march against a foreign foe
with liberty in fervent sight
across the desert's blinding sands;
an M-16 in able hands...
your eyes alive with freedom's flare.

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright April 25, 2007



Momentous Steps ~ 3rd revision

Upon discovering how to walk,
'my little one', you knew your way.
You'd scoop up every grain of sand
to fist into your tiny hand
and hide it with your teddy bear.

Your thrill outran mobility
when searching through the toys in sight;
sidestepping drums and wikiup
you'd always end up bottom-up...
your eyes alight with impish flair.

A cadence now commands your steps
to distant military drums,
their deep percussive rhythms start
to echo pride within your heart.
In tapping inner strength you dare

to march against a foreign foe
with liberty in fervent sight
across the desert's blinding sands,
an M-16 in able hands...
your eyes alive with freedom's flare.

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright April 25, 2007

S1 L2 was 'my little man', you knew your way'
There are women in the service too so I changed this line so that any parent reading who has sent a son or daughter overseas might relate.

S3 L1 was 'A cadence now directs your steps'



Momentous Steps ~ 2nd revision

Upon discovering how to walk
my 'little man' knew his own way.
You'd scoop up every grain of sand
to fist into your tiny hand,
then scatter chair to chair.

Your thrill outran mobility
when searching through the toys in sight;
sidestepping drums and wikiup
you'd always end up bottom-up...
eyes bright with impish flair.

A cadence now directs your steps
to distant military drums
whose deep percussive rhythms start
to echo pride within your heart.
In finding your own way you dare

to march against a foreign foe
with liberty in fervent sight,
across the desert's blinding sands,
an M-16 in able hands...
eyes bright with freedom's flare.

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright April 25, 2007


Momentous Steps ~ Original

You were my little man;
eager to find your way,
and you could find a grain of sand
to fist into your tiny hand
as you tottered from table to chair.

Thrill outran ability
while searching all in sight,
when sidestepping a sippy-cup
you then ended up bottoms-up...
eyes alight with mischievous flair.


You step now in cadence
to loud militant drums.
Their rhythmic beating will start
to echo the pride in your heart
and in finding your way you dare

to march against the foe
with liberty in sight,
across the desert's blinding sands,
an M-16 held in your hands...
eyes alive with freedom's flare.

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright April 25, 2007

[Guest_Kathy_*]

Dunno why I called you Snow. Sorry.

[Guest_Cathy_*]

Dunno why I called you Snow. Sorry.

Ahhhh no biggie! Sometimes I have to double-check who's I'm working on because I forgot who's poem I pulled up to crit! LOL I get caught up in a whirl of postings and forget who's is what... or is it what is whose....?? Anyhooo.... I couldn't be mixed up with a better bunch!

Cathy