Little Bits of Heaven
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The Bluebirds Song In a dedicated moment of an early morning Spring, Come and Visit My emotions when the bluebird comes to sing. I have pandered my existence for a pocket full of change, Now it’s time to face the music, so many things to rearrange. In the fairly distant future, when and if ever we ever meet, You can hear my song selections, such a heavy rhythmic beat. Every Party I have been to, you can hear that crazy sound, You can’t hear what I am saying, but don’t even turn it down. With a vision of tomorrow, won’t you come and take a chance? We can spend the night together, wrapped up in new romance. I can hear some people talking, the epiphany of man, Until tomorrow takes you, I won’t try to understand. I’ll embrace our time together, and I’ll never let you go. These were my finest moments, I’ll remember through the spring, An intoxicating vision, when the bluebird comes to sing.
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Hi, my name is John H. Macdonald. What follows is a summary, or an explanation, of Little Bits of Heaven. How do you explain some written words? To begin with, I have been a writer, a poet, only in recent years. Construction was my means of financial gain for many years. A motorcycle accident put an end to my old world. When I awakened from a coma, everything was different. After a while I began to write, to formulate a reason for my existence. My friends have labeled me a spiritual soul, and some even like me now. I believe we all are faced with choices, some good and some not so good, that would define human nature. This book is a look at human nature in many different approaches—from a sailor’s standpoint to a baseball player’s way of life. And there it is: a man or woman trying to find their way through all the obstacles, trying to stop or disillusion us on our way to the hereafter. I hope every reader will find something uplifting in my words.
About the Author
My name is John h. Macdonald. First, I would say I am an army brat. I’ve traveled quite a bit and seen foreign countries. For most of my life, I anticipated following my father in the service. Then, I pursued sports, baseball, golf, and bowling. After a motorcycle accident, and a year of recovery, I started writing verse. Strangely, I don’t know how this happened. I worked in construction prior to that infamous day. It was quite a transition from installing guttering to poetry. Now, it rules all my time. I think in verse and write continually. Perhaps it’s God’s revenge or reward. I’m not sure. I’ve been told how I am a spiritual man. I must agree or be denounced. Up to now, the Lord God has not been a part of my life, but things change, and believe me, I am familiar with change. I am content with a minor disability, just so long as my mind is functional and I have the opportunity to compose.