The Poetry of Ann Margetson

If you do not write or work on the things that you know,
And your brain gets too full, where does the knowledge go?
When the brain chambers are crowded, do they overflow?
These questions I ask, have for long puzzled me so.

Have you ever seen words coming out of folks ears?
No, even if they never anything create for many years.
It’s like electricity when the plug is not covered,
Has the current found some safe hide-away cupboard?

But now on a little more serious note I think,
If we do not always use our talents they will sink
So deep into the vaults of our unused brain
They will be lost forever, never found again.

So share your knowledge, keep the brain working well,
And as knowledge pours out, more will come I can tell,
T’will take the place of the gems you have given with care,
And an increase of wisdom with abundance to share.

M. Ann Margetson
© October 27, 2000
2000/ Canknowledge

I have roamed the sacred grove in early spring,
When leaves are just budding and birds sing,
The daffodils just showing each yellow head,
About the time when Joseph that prayer said.

I have been when the snow has carpeted the ground
And a very special sacred feeling is still found,
Like the purity of the gospel is being told anew,
And so my testimony stronger and wiser grew.

I have been in the summer with the busy throng,
But they are all quiet as they walk reverently along
In the shade of the trees protected from the sun,
Like the loving arms of Jesus, our beloved one.

Yesterday when I went through, it was fall,
And of all seasons to me came the strongest call,
For as the leaves fell, like blessing from above,
I thought of this great gospel of eternal love.

Time is running out, He will soon come again,
Will I be ready for His pure, long millennial reign?
As the leaves fell so silently to God I prayed,
That I would strive to be ready and not be afraid.

M. Ann Margetson
© October 26, 2000
2000/Walkingin

I knew the moment I saw her we would be friends forever more,
As she stood serene and smiling near the classroom door.
As our eyes met, it was like an eternal link back to the past
Where we had been friends before, one that would always last.

First we shook hands and the warmth flowed right through
Each loving heart, and just at that moment we both knew
That this bond was forged in heaven by God’s loving hand,
We’d be friends forever, if we stayed with the happy band.

We worked close together helping the sisters learn to grow,
Binding our loving friendship closer wherever we did go.
Over the years we parted different tasks to perform,
But that love in our hearts was always cozy and warm.

Now we work in God’s temple, what joy that brings,
Bringing us together on His ever healing wings,
No matter where we wander, wherever we may go,
We will be eternal friends, in heaven and here below.

M. Ann Margetson
© October 23, 2000
2000/Aforeverfriend.

I love it when fall feels like summer sweet,
With vivid blue skies, and warm air does greet
As we wander in the warmth of the October sun,
It is almost as if summer has only just begun.
Even the rain, when it falls is gentle and warm,
Another gift extra, no biting insects swarm,
So we can walk by the blue lake hand in hand
And gaze at the beauty of this our precious land.
The flowers lift their heads every morning anew,
Covered not in frost, but sweet refreshing dew.
I hope summer lingers in this fair land of ours
And fill us with joy and happy warm, sunny hours

M. Ann Margetson
© October 21, 2000
2000/willsummer

Look! The leaves are almost gone from our shade trees,
That will mean no more raking of those falling leaves,
The compost bin is full, leaves dug into the ground,
Goodness knows what we’ll do if more come around.

This morning to my dismay I cannot see the lawn,
It’s covered by pesky leaves, it makes me quite forlorn.
Then as I look down the lane, there are still many leaves to fall,
And I know that it’s our garden where they will want to call.

I am sure we have a magnet somewhere on our land,
Or they are drawn to us my some large magic hand,
For here they come again, such a pretty sight to see,
On our lawn again, there resting so peacefully.

On day the wind may blow in fall the other way,
And I’ll look across the street and smile and I’ll say,
“I know how those folks feel” for our leaves are on their ground,
And somewhere deep inside some sympathy may be found.

M. Ann Margetson
© October 20, 2000
2000/Leaves

Sometimes you are not sure what you want to eat,
You know you are hungry, but for fish, cheese or meat,
Or may some cookies or a cake, or just a sandwich,
You really do not know what will cure the food itch.

You look on the shelves and in the fridge and freezer too,
Nothing that you see in there will really seem to do,
You wander round the stores hoping to find the right thing,
But it does not work, nothing there will food joy bring.

You look around at restaurants with menus outside,
No, nothing there excites, you want to run away and hide,
At home you make a jug of juice and butter some bread,
And say a quick prayer of thanks before you go to bed.

M. Ann Margetson
© October 20, 2000
2000/Whatyou

The October sun shone bright through a billowy cloud,
The garden still looked very lovely and rather proud
Of her show of colours that still bloomed everywhere,
And the scent of the flowers wafted on the cool air.

There in the rose garden still standing tall and strong,
Rose blossoms so fair, they surely cannot last long,
But so far they have survived a mild frost or two,
I wish I could pick one to last the year through.

I’ll take it, and press it, and treat it with great care,
Then in the cold winter months I’ll look at it lying there,
And remember the gardens when all the flowers grew
In beauty and fragrance, and colours of every hue.

The rose will remind me of God’s temple here on earth,
Of the beauty and the blessing that are of eternal worth,
Even the thorns will tell me that trials help us grow,
A thorn, just like the winter, is needed here below.

I think I’ll pick a red one to remind me of God’s love,
And wonder if flowers like this are in heaven above,
Where the fragrance will be eternal around God’s throne,
And maybe gather roses when He comes to call us home.

M. Ann Margetson

© October 18, 2000

2000/Arosefrom

Every day I passed I noticed him, apart,
Not welcome in the group, his heart
I wondered one day, would it break?
Each day his shoulders lowered in ache,
No one seemed to notice him at all,
Just a cipher on the cold hard wall.
A plan came to my head that might do
Say sorry and smile maybe make his day,
It would not be hard to make it work that way.
I hurried along, gently gave him a bump,
Oh, how that action made him jump!
I smiled and said “Sorry” “That’s okay”
But a hint of a smile as the words he did say.
“It’s a beautiful day, look at the blue sky”
For the first time he raised his head high,
He nodded and light came to his eye,
The bus came, I gave him a farewell wave,
I hoped that just a little love that day I gave.
Now we stop and chat every time we meet
At least he knows he has a friend to greet.

M. Ann Margetson
© October 18, 2000
2000/Afriend

Many hours he spends at the computer
sorting out my poems you see.
Shrinking them down to eight font
so four to a page there be.
Every poem will be included
he is going it just for me
Making one large book of poems
to give to our posterity.

Also when this great task is done
there’s another task ahead,
The index under different headings
so things can be easily found instead
Of spending ages just looking,
you can find what you want right away,
Oh how much it shows he loves
and cares for me in a very special way.

One day the task will be completed
for no more poems will come,
Then he’ll know this, his great
work, a labour of love is done.
Then we will take them and a book
of my works made with care,
Because of the work and love taken
By a husband who is always there.

M. Ann Margetson
© October 16, 2000
2000/alabour

Verse flows like a spring from deep within my heart,
It comes uninvited, but a welcome guest on my part,
Something sparks a thought and so I start to write,
And the Lord blesses me with a special insight .

I saw a blind man and his dog, as happy as can be,
A child in a wheel chair, singing away so pleasantly,
A boy with no arms play so well with his little friend,
Thought how adversity helped them joy to others send.

I love what God gave me has enabled me to write,
Blessed me through the years to pray with all my might
For power to touch a hurting soul with a simple line
Of poetry, helped someone smile or at last feel fine.

A little knowledge that I gained and God’s gift to me
Has blessed me that I can be an influence for good you see,
Even help a child who has gone astray, or is lost and alone,
Find their way back to loved ones and want to go home.

If I see suffering, my heart cries within and I want to heal,
Not by the touch of a hand, but words that are real,
A comforting poem that wells up from my heart,
Knowing of God that loves all and doing my small part.

M. Ann Margetson
© October 15, 2000
2000/Deepwithin