The Harvest

In the quiet of our slumber
Or the busy of the day
Sometimes without a warning
A loved one's called away
And those who go before us
rejoicing one and all
Lift up their souls to greater needs.
When the work's all done , He'll call.

Thus comes the ancient question
that's always asked.... Lord why ?
Remaining still unanswered
to those like you and I.
We speculate and ponder
A mystery to us all.
Whose answer lies beyond our reach.
When the work's all done He'll call

And so we cherish memories
of loved ones called away.
Knowing that it's through our faith
we'll meet again some day.
And like those gone before us
He beckons one and all
To joyously fulfill His needs
And when the work's all done , He'll call.

By: Virgil Sturgeon Copyright 2008

Ode To Silence [ A tibute to the Deaf ]

Eternal silence that surrounds my world
You challenge my very existence
You drive my will and resolve to learn
You comfort me through the silence of my slumber
You enhance my awareness of surroundings
You build my inner strength to overcome adversity
You position me nearer to my God.
For does not a special angel watch over the silence?
Though I see the graceful beauty of a bird
and yet hear not it's song,
I ponder not the reason why.
For who but I and God doth know
my special gift yet found.
I see and touch and smell the flower
and need not hear a sound.
I see and feel the raindrop and the snowflake
cools my cheek in silence.
The freshness of the air on which they float
caress my nostrils.
My life therefore I understand can be
no less or greater than the way I wish to make it.
For I alone must have the will to go that extra mile;
and even if I receive not love, yet give it
and am frowned upon, yet smile.
My contribution to the World will surely be worthwhile.

By: Virgil Sturgeon Copyright 2007

Mother-in-law and My Mother

Thousand of words have been written
About mothers,so what can I do?
But write words of honor in fairness
For you see, I really love two.
One love is my birth mother, given by God.
The one that married my Pa.
The other a blessing from heaven
that is known as my mother- in- law.
Now many bad jokes have been spoken
about mothers-in-law as you know;
but I'm here to give witness in writing
that the picture they paint is not so.
For a mother-in-law is a mother
and a mother is everyone's pride.
I'm proud of my mother and mother-in-law
It's a fact that that I never will hide.
All holidays hold special meaning
but none is so tender and dear
as the day that honors all mothers.
Let's do it each day of of the year.

BY: Virgil Sturgeon copyright 2008

Beauty Of The Seasons

While strolling through country side
upon the hills I see.
In red, green, brown and amber hues,
miss Autumns lingerie.
These wonders never cease to be
like magic I behold.
The way that God has blended
all the red, green, brown and gold

Yet Autumns just another sign
Dame winters coming nigh
To spread her silvery Ermine cloak
around us from on high.
While in her long and stormy reign
a great new year is born.
With a loving personality
buds and blossoms shall adorn.

Then as the Spring is changing
into Summers golden way,
we should realize the beauty
that surrounds us every day.
There's those I know that never see
these treasures that abound.
And yet the only secret is,
Lift your eyes and look around.


By: Virgil Sturgeon

Wings of Gold

O leave behind a memory that will forever last.
These moments flee on wings of gold
to an ever hungry past.
The present is a moment grasped
but something we can't hold.
For it glides beyond the sunset
on those fleeting wings of gold.

In a world that's filled with sorrows,
joys and happiness sublime,
Life is but a grain of sand
on the endless voids of time.
So leave behind a memory
for the future to unfold.
As you glide beyond the sunset
on those fleeting wings of gold

A Mountain Stream

A mountain stream to me o world
is like the future yet unfurled.
Its dark deep pools of sad dismay,
Its sparkling rapids dance and play.
Its green rimmed banks shine through a mist
of rainbow colors sunshine kissed.
Its stones unturned, its falls from high
beneath an ever changing sky.
Leaves me with this one thought supreme.
The future's like a mountain stream

Old Glory

For every star,brave men have died
for the right to keep Old Glory
And each red stripe's a crimson tide
that flowed beneath Old Glory.
For freedoms sake she's always been
a symbol made for all free men
And with Gods help there will be no end
to the waving of Old Glory.

Down through the years free men will stand
In tribute to Old Glory
While round the world her helping hand
adds pages to life's story
For on a field of royal blue
her stars remain forever true.
A monument red white and blue
is the flag we call Old Glory

Our children young have yet to learn
the meaning of Old Glory
Yet if they're called they'll take their turn
to stand beside Old Glory.
And though I pray I'll never see
the day they face an enemy.
I know should God grant victory
He will grant it to Old Glory.


By: Virgil Sturgeon copyright 1-25-1992

kyle is an awesome dude.



kyle is an awesome dude.

howdy granddad!

I'm excited to see your poetry on the web! Make sure you give me a ring any time you need help figuring some of this out!

Love, Kyle