Category: poems & lyrics


a letter to my sons…

Listen to me closely and remember what I say,
I love you both a little more each and every day.
All I’ve ever wanted is for the two of you to be
The kind of person that helps others to believe;
That nothing is impossible and to always give your best;
That hard work is good for you, let God help with the rest.
Be good to one another, and be the best of friends
When you grow up, be humble, kind and strong men.
Love your family and your friends with all of your heart,
And remember what I’ve told you from the very start.
From the time you were my babies, I never let a day go by,
Without kissing you or hugging you when we say goodbye.
Never take tomorrow for granted, or neglect the ones you love.
Or forget to say a prayer each day and praise our God above.
To be your mom was the greatest gift that I have ever known
Some day you’ll understand when you have children of your own.

dianna lester 3/22/2009

In my dreams I am a singer in a band
Wearing a surf shop t-shirt and a guitar in my hand
I’m barefoot and laughing and tan from the sun…..

dianna lester 2/2/2009

I’d like to find me
A little island
In the southern sea
A place to linger
In the sand
Under a tall palm tree…

dianna lester  7/25/09

wynken, blynken and nod

 Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe—
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea—
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish—
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea—
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

by Eugene Field (1850-1895)