Winter Warmth
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Denis Martindale
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The tiger laid upon the snow,
Contented in a way,
For he knew soon that it would go
And bring a warmer day...
From years gone by came sweet recall,
Of how warm warm could be,
Regardless of the snowflakes' fall,
The tiger stayed happy...
With patience still, he licked his arm,
With twinkles in his eyes,
Tranquillity had brought him calm
Instead of morbid sighs...
If only we could match his smile,
When Winter brings its cold,
Content with Christmas thoughts a while,
With gifts as good as gold!
No friend had he, no home to share,
No shelter but his coat,
Yet he had hope beyond compare
To serve as antidote...
No gifts had he, no socks, no shoes,
Yet peace lived in his heart...
This Christmas gift God helps us choose,
For it's the better part...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2013.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Winter Warmth'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
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