Monday, December 31

My Grandparents

Met at birth
In a room
Two people
Filled with love.

With their hearts
They impart
-- Like a father
     And a mother --
Tremendous love
To a young child
As to a son.

Memories cherished
A childhood treasured

A gift
From God

     My Grandparents!

My Grandparents by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Friday, December 21

Art From Within

It is the thing we create from within.
From the depth of our soul
Where our passion does live.
The place we seek to find the unseen,
Those things that are seen
Within our minds and our dreams,
The things that others have not yet seen.

A vision where those can gaze and be free,
By a master at play while capturing his dreams
Upon the canvas where the art lives and breathes
Away from other influence, that he may have seen.

The art does not copy the others of known,
Instead each piece is the artists very own.
By bracing his feet upon the ground where he stands,
The art comes from within, by the masters own hands.

Art From Within by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Tuesday, December 11

A Land of Disgrace

A land I know where one can’t speak
      Except for the councilmen’s bias filled speech.
Persecutions flow through this once great land
      Like an axe in battle as it slaughters the next man.
Unjust and fowl as these leaders may be
      Does not matter to the master of these so-called elite.
Go now and seek a new place to dwell
      And never return to this place called hell.

A Land of Disgrace by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse