Chapbook for Kristina DavisIntro to poetry Winter 2011

Field of memories

There are so many memories that come to mindAs I think on the moments and on the times

We would come to our special placeOur secret spot, our field of dreamsYou would walk and I would follow

A small basket in hand Filled with surprisesLove, joy, passion Our food for thought.

You would gaze into my eyesWhile feeding me strawberries, Grapes, cheese and wine.

Oh the passion you engage As we soak up these warm raysIn this autumn wheat sun. Soon this place will be no more.

The season shall fade Our memories buried Like Tulip bulbs in soil shivering from the cold in a blanket of cover

the dirt, the ice , the snow. Who shall be a knight for the harvest In this cold ocean called winter? We shall look for him. He is known as spring then we shall

return for another warm indulgence.

I Am Here• I AM HERE by Kristina Davis• I am here I say to them• I have called you to walk with me• Often things in life keep you busy• But I have always been here with the same motive• I only desire to help you • Grow, love, share, forgive, have peace• And much much more.• • So when will you realize there is one intention?• That you walk forth in the love and peace.• You read about my will, desire, and expectations • Within these 66 books of the Bible.• Now you have • A Chance to live and walk as Christ.• Go forth• Live life• Be fruitful• My love!

HOW DO I LOOK MOMMY?

• HOW DO I LOOK MOMMY? By Kristina Davis

She wants to picked out a dress Right from the shelf of the SWEET

THINGS BOUTIQUE. “They are all so pretty!” She says to me, “But I’m not sure what I want?” I know that my favorite color is

PURPLE. I like lace, and I want you to see my

new shoes When I wear it. “How do I know the perfect one

mommy?” And I say, “ You will know.”   She tries on one, then two then three. Each one not quite right; they are

missing something. But then she turns to me And I realize that there is Something missing.   She has not said to me Mommy, how do I look?   Immediately the frustration is gone. She knows and understands mommy

is here. I will help when the decisions are hard When you need me near. I will let you know, Not only how you look, But how the situation looks. So don’t forget I am Mommy That’s what I am here for.

The porcupine• The Porcupine by KRISTINA DAVIS•  • I am sharp, often looked at as dangerous• There is no hard shell to keep you back from me• But if you are close, my quills are another story.•  • I try to keep low key as I hide in the background• with my small head, short legs, and round body.• You may not notice my fifteen pound frame creeping around• Because I often travel alone. • No pack in site.• I stay to myself and gather my food• From the maple, cherry, beech, oak and willow trees.•  • But as you look around,• And look up very high to the trees• Admiring their beauty• Do not be surprised if you spot me • On the limbs hiding my precious family• From my enemy the hungry coyote.•  

The Autumn Pumpkin • I have watched you everyday,• since that season passed.• When we met, you had no smile,• No way to express • Your joy, pain, happiness, or fear.• But we gave you a great smile• Crooked teeth and all.• I recall how the children loved you.• Your funny smile • would make the whole neighborhood laugh.• Your skin • That is now kissed• By the October wind• Entertains a visceral glint of a flame.• It warms even the distant visitor.• • What will become of you • When this season of bloom • Is no longer?• I would that • the wind and frost • spare you• that your internal flame • will keep you warm and dry.• Until the heat of the sun returns• And laughter fills these sidewalks • Once again in the coming Spring wind.

Chuck-E-Cheese• You are so warm and soft • in the midst of the day• There is comfort and joy• in this place that you stay.• I know your just a mascot,• but to an anklebiter-much more.• Your high-energy in that hot covering of a suit• is quite surprising to some.• The dance, the run, the sport, the romp• Around the lodge very interesting, is it not?•  • He’s a mouse! He loves cheese they say!• The room is so full, • kids have so much fun.• But look, there are some, who decide to run• Away from the giant,• as a pin-ball machine• propelling a ball into the battle ground.• Watch out whippersnappers• Chuck-E-Cheese is in town!• You are always cheerful,• wearing a hat and vest.• Even as your hands are full• of coins and a skateboard,• There is time for a quick hug and a song• to celebrate a day of birth.• I wish that you had a day of rest, • but who could take your place?• Maybe your band mates could help• And depart that stage.

The New Dress By Kristina Davis

• Waiting…• Knowing…• Expecting…• Something is to come

• A gift…• A present…• A treasure…• From one that is special.

• You won’t find it • In the ocean• Or in a dark cave • Near great waters.

• This pearl of a gift • Is in the ocean of garments.

• In the shadow • Of a closet. • Only brought to light • When the time and occasion • Is perfect,• Is right. • Fit • for a princess • To walk • And parade. • To present herself • A jewel• At a party • Her individual charade.

The Apple Tree• A gathering place , now I know.• Each day that robin comes to visit my apple tree. • It sits on the braches as if resting from his morning flight.• Now I see that there must be some trust,• Between the tree and the robin.• Perhaps it loves the way the bark feel against its claws.• Or the way the wind whispers against his feathers.

• I may not be able to ask, but I am confident• In knowing this cardinal trusts this tree, • And where it has planted its roots.• He shall visit tomorrow on his next flying route.

Road Trip• Hear we go, lets load up the van• And set out on our quest

• We shall pack a cooler, plenty of luggage, blankets• And entertainment to suit.

• The kids are excited to see a new place before them.• Whether it’s a lake, ocean, castle, or mountain, the • They joy shall flow like a waterfall or a fountain.

• Ass we inch closer and closer to reach our destination• We talk, check the map, and research our information.

• The kids ask questions• We play games and sing• Until at last we arrive• Our road trip has ended.

• We are here in the Grand Canyon.

Point Clear

• Leave the hardtops, junker and hatchback• Bound to the freeway• And ride the waves Of the calm blue seaway• Hear that stampede of joy Whistling through the air • Encompassed in the splendor Of the wind and salty breeze• .Here you shall arrive In Point clear• .As an algal bloom It burst into life• With soothing Blossoms of peace.• A paradise of placidity that Crowds the runt of a shore. • So take joy in this tranquil place• Burst into life Live and enjoy the shore• In the salty breeze of Point Clear.

The Snowflake

• I watch as • You fall• And wonder where• You come • From. There• Is no Light • to shine• On your past • The place • you call home.• It is • Above • The spotlight of this street night light.

• As you enter the stage and I watch you from the window,• You prepare a dance, that the wind shall remember.• from the left you enter, • And to the right you go.• Spinning, twirling, dropping fast.• Your dance has ended, and you have joined your family• In a union of snow• Your new found home.

They Are Learning• They wake up in the morning and all the desire to eat is cake,• but I must remember that they are still learning. • When the weather is cold and chilly,• I remind them to wear a coat, scarf, and gloves • even thought the don’t want to. • I must remember that they are still learning. • After a trip to the potty, someone forgets to flush and wash their hands.• I must remember that they are still learning.• When a glass is spilled, they try to clean the mess, • but not to my standards. They’ve done their best.• but I must remember that they are still learning.• And as they lay down to sleep, • Toothpaste crusted at their mouth• A peaceful sleep is in the midst• Not a worry to think about• I see how innocent they are.• How life is such a joy .• I gave at them and remember• They are still learning.

The End