Poetry by Frederick St.Pierre

Atlanta Monthly recently proclaimed Frederick R. St.Pierre as one of the five new American Poets on the American Horizon and the Salvation Army will be publishing his "Pasture Lands of God," in their monthly magazine soon. Frederic has been invited to lecture at the University of the Andes, in late February 2003, in South America where they used his work last year in their study of poetry in their English Dept. His poetry has also been utilized by several private schools in the English/Poetry Units in South America as well as a large Christian school in Australia and also a Christian school in South Africa. He has also been invited to read one of his poems, at the Teach 2003 Convention in March 03, Dallas, Texas (his second participation in this convention).

The following poem has been selected by committee to be a finalist in the International Open Poetry Contest. The poem will be published in late winter 2002 in "Under a Quicksilver Moon," Library of Congress ISBN-0-7951-5065-2.

God's Dawn The morning is awake, bright and blue, New light from the heavens shines for you, Birds, Bees, Clouds and Trees, yes fresh morning dew, All nature works to wake for you Open your eyes and look out far, Catch last nights fleeting star, Behold God's new day upon your eyes, Save the thought my child, Start to rise, Let your happiness reflect your soul, Live and learn, a young child's goal © September 28, 2001 Frederick R. St.Pierre

My Butterfly was the colored wings that caught my eye watched that small creature fly and fly, over the hilly meadows and up the dale beautiful colors in her wings and tail, quick to turn and fly high, then up and down my little Butterfly, flew round and round, oh, the sun danced upon her marvelous wings tis a speculator sight with nature's things, I dreamed that I might just want to fly to be that one butterfly liberated in the sky, free of all earthly tasks that clearly do bind becoming another new butterfly for any child of God to find. © February 8, 2002 Frederick R. St.Pierre

Pasturelands of God Oh Israel, hear my low moaning Christian cry your lands are threatened and your people will die, I remember the youth lessons learned from the Bible of Old God, gave you these lands as he steadfastly foretold, times of trouble and sorrow have come your nations way bombings, insults and death, comprise each uncertain day, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, next mighty throne of our Lord God A Holy ground, where terror and wickedness must not trod, Christian and Jew, will stand together at the old wall and pray The nation of Israel and Jerusalem will stand till God's Day. © August 12, 2002 Frederick R. St.Pierre

Fleeting Time a pocket of time, maybe in your busy day begs you spend some time at prayer and play, your friends come and want to say come outside, enjoy the sunny day, the air is clean and the weather good come outside, you know you should, take the time to play and grow all your surroundings will please you so, time is important and needs to pass too the sounds of nature and God's love for you, drift with the time and play with life, trust the adventure never fills with strife a time forgotten in one's older mind of when we were litle and life was so kind, hold that thought within your mind's grasp, tis the sound of youth, it passes so fast, lock your mind on bigger, bible goals, to reach for life and all it holds, your mind flashes to thoughts so bold to fun and friends, and always truth, then we know life's sounds never go they just move with the current in life's flow, take your time and listen long, the fleeting moment of youth's soft song, ask not why and when your soul must fly take life on earth until the final cry the days of life will come and truly go earth's time tis but one short grand show, be of good cheer and fear your soul not, God's eternal life is always ahead of man's clock. © July 04th, 2002 Frederick R. St.Pierre

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