Keep Dreaming
"There are many who would argue that Eddie Guest was not a true poet-but a sentimentalist in verse. He was never worldly or deep. He endeared himself to millions by expressing the simple, folksy virtures of family, fireside and fellowship of man."
This is a quote from an article published in a Detroit newspaper in 1959 on the death of Edgar Guest. It was tucked away inside my 1926 copy of "The Light of Faith".
As a sentimentalist myself, Mr. Guest's prose has always touched my heart and soothed my soul. He most definitely is a "true poet" to me. This is one of my favorites-
Imagination
The dreamer sees the finished thing before the start is made;
He sees the roses pink and red beyond the rusty spade,
And all that bleak and barren spot which is so bare to see
Is but a place where very soon the marigolds will be.
Imagination carries him across the dusty years,
And what is dull and commonplace in radiant charm apears.
The little home that he will build where willows bend and bow
Is but the dreamer's paper sketch, but he can see it now.
He sees the little winding walk that slowly finds his door,
The chimney in its ivy dress, the children on the floor,
The staircase where they'll race and romp, the windows where will gleam
The light of peace and happiness----the house that's STILL A DREAM.
You see the weeds and rubbish there, and ugliness and grime,
But he can show you where there'll be a swing in summer time.
And he can show you where there'll be a fireplace rich with cheer,
Although you stand and shake your head and think the dreamer queer.
Imagination! This it is the dreamer has today;
He sees the beauty that shall be when time has cleared the way.
He reads the blueprint of his years, and he can plainly see
Beyond life's care and ugliness----the joy that is to be.
Please keep dreaming, dear friends ~~~~~~~ always and forever. xo, Kim
