Poetry: Francis Wolfe Haight of Kane has submitted a collection of poems for our enjoyment.

We will be sharing some of her work today and later during the countdown to the holidays.

Listen!

Can you hear it?

The wind blowing so cold,

But with the wind there comes

A group of carolers so bold.

They sing of Christmas and the joy,

Of a simple manger on a cold day,

When a baby boy was born

And wise men were on their way.

Sheep and cattle were nearby,

Shepherds heard an angel speak,

The birth of Jesus was so special

Everyone rejoiced, even the meek.

As people gathered around to see

The special baby who was born,

Mary and Joseph were simply awed,

To know their son would be adored.

So many years ago he came,

To be the King for you and me,

Make sure that you believe in him,

And let him rule your life, you see.

———

Where are they?

Where are the Christmas greetings,

From everyone we meet?

Where are the songs of praise

From choirs that we greet?

Where are the happy children

Who loved their simple toys?

It seems now they demand

And all they do is annoy.

Where are the banners

Proclaiming the birth of Christ?

Has everyone forgotten

The meaning of all things nice?

Where are the beautiful trees

Decorated with simple things?

Where are all the church bells

That welcomed us by their ring?

Where is Christmas these wintry days

And the joy and happiness, too,

Well, dear friend, the beginning of it

May have to start with you!

———

I Wonder

The birth of Jesus was a wonder

And the whole world heard of his birth,

I wonder what the animals thought

As they saw the baby from the first.

The baby rested in their food trough,

On the piles of hay he lay.

Did they look at him with wonder

And think it was a special day?

Did they feel any resentment

At this tiny infant being

Or were they, too, rejoicing

For the miracle they were seeing?

We will share more of Haight’s works in a future RTS.