Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

Poems are magic, their music to our ears
A beautiful song within our hearts,
Some folks rejoice to hear

Their smiles and laughter and  togetherness,
And the sadness of happy tear's
Their a story of a tale unfolding
And memories through out one 's years

Their magical rhymes of a story
Their a brand new birth of a song
Their the beauty of one's inner thoughts
And our true emotions strong.

Their creative tender feelings
From inside one's heart and soul
Their one's imaginative day dreams
With spontaneous overflows

It's rejoicing when one gets published
Knowing no one could care less
Their heart and soul expressions
With deep feelings we express

We will never play in the symphony
Or entertain in Carnegie Hall
We write a poem for ears to hear
No matter how big or small

So poets keep writing verses
Let the world enjoy our tunes
While we pen down our exquisite art
From the depth of the human heart

How can we doubt God's wondrous love
And see a pure white flying dove.
A ray of sunshine from the sky
A tiny baby peacefully lies.
See the puffy clouds among the blue
And watch the golden poppies bloom.
Hear the charming song the blue birds sing
The joy and laughter little children bring,
A loving smile on someone's face
A rainbow appearing anyplace.
How can we doubt God's wondrous love

Dad everyday must be a celebration in your
Beautiful Heavenly Home
But it seems today is not the same,
For your children here below,

There will be no gatherings in the park
No family barbeques, No silly special Dad cards
No shirts or ties of blue,
There will be no connection to hear your voice,
Or hear sister I love you.

There will be no visits from your grands
To come play with Papa Bear,
The special hugs, the teasing pats,
Are moments they each share.

As each day triples past us
The memories grow stronger within my heart.
Of all the joys, the happy days the
Strong lessons that were taught.

I'll not forget the many times, us working side by side
Your silly jokes, the fun and laughter,
The sad tears that we cried.

As thoughts of you still linger
I'll remember the good times had,
Especially I'll remember the most,
You will forever be my DAD.

G--Is for Grandsons God's Greatest Gift of all time
R--Is for Rowdiness a lad of just nine
A--Is for Animals your so loving and kind
N--Is for Noble your bright characters always shine through
D--Is for Determined and Daring that's you
S--Is for your Silliness full of fun and joy
O--Is for Only One of a kind boy
N--Is for Nurturing you apply tenderly
S--Is for So Happy you belong to me.

J-Is for Jesus he died for our sins
E-Is for Eternal life his promise to give
S-Is for Son of God the father of man
U-Is for United with him some day
S-Is for Savior the one who saves

C-Is for Christ he walked among man
H-Is for Heaven up above where he lives
R-Is for Resurrection he arose one day
I-Is for Immanuel he was also named
S-Is for Salvation someday will be mine
T-Is for Teacher to all mankind

May we learn about Jesus and his time here on earth,
Understand his crucifixion and the miracle of his birth

May we read bible scriptures his word to obey
To use as a guide all the time day by day

Have church hymns to sing enough to fill up our souls
May we always seek righteousness for our spirit to be whole

Have God's blessings by numbers, have abundance of faith
Have convictions not many through God's saving grace

Say prayers to help others don't forget the amens
Find amazing guidance from God's loving hands

May we have praise in our hearts and rejoice in God's love
And seek our salvation from our Savior above.

In a tall oak tree, on a steep rugged hill
Sit's a small contented bird
She's a singing Whip-Poor-Will.
All though she's small in size
She sings a chanting shrill,
As we listen to her calls
From the echo of the hills.

On a warm summer eve,
It gives me such a thrill,
Listening to the calls from the
Chanting Whip-Poor-Will
Though she is very hard to see,
She is easily to hear
As the chanting of her songs,
Is like music to our ears.
As we listen to the calling,
Of the singing Whip-Poor-Will.

With Great delight I see right before my eyes
Fluttering her wings once and again
A Beautiful Butterfly
Her balance a bit unsteady, as she
Spread her wings in flight.
Around and around she circled such
A magnificent sight.
As she gently glides toward me, a closer
Look I then could see,
Such a colorful beauty, A Painted Lady
I'm sure is she.
Her colors of Gold and Yellow layered
Upon her back.
And as she fluttered up and down,
I see her wings are spotted black.
I slowly stretch my arms out front,
In slow motion she gently begin to land.
A beauty of Gods creation sitting upon my hand.
So if you see a Radiant Butterfly, enjoy the
Wonders of her flight,
She's come to land upon your hand,
She's a Painted Lady Butterfly