Poetry by J. Thomas Wells
Christmas Poem, 2018
Snow on the ground,
a fire in the hearth,
throughout the house the chatter of mirth.
around and around.
The joy of the day in every sound.
Dogs and cats and a tree in the house.
Over stuffed stockings, no room for a mouse.
Carols and bells float through the air,
Mixing with aromas sweet and fair.
It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas and to all a good night,
As we wait for the New Year for our dreams to take flight.
What’s in a Word?
If, upon a word you stumble
Do take heed to such a rumble
There’s a reason it broke your pace
So pause upon it and hold your place
A dictionary is a jewel box of little truths
So crack one open and have some sooth
Looking up a word is a minor cost
For the pleasure or wisdom you might have lost.