Ordinary Things

Poem by Don Richmond and Teri McCartney

Daily Life – July 2002 – Colorado Central Magazine

Ordinary Things

© 1995 by Don Richmond and Teri McCartney

You wonder and you wander, you search for something fine

Just to come full circle, to what’s been there all the time

In the old wood by the doorway, seen in the setting sun,

a quiet conversation, when the day is done,

In the warm wind through the cottonwoods,

and the promise that it brings

You have found the magic of ordinary things

You listen to the holy ones, climb the mountain peaks

But what you looked for was all around, just playing hide and seek

In the fresh bread on the table, clear water you can drink,

The path down to the river, when you need time to think,

In the rock found in the driveway or a sparrow’s feathered wing

Yes you’re deep into the magic of ordinary things

They’re just ordinary things, you used to take for granted,

You’ve got diamonds in your hands, from the rocks you planted

It’s the dishes after dinner, a good book in the chair,

Some time to count your blessings with someone who really cares

In the quiet winter’s snowfall or the first new grass of spring

You have found the magic of ordinary things

I suppose there really are no ordinary things