Don't Look Back

So here it is; after almost three months, here is another one of my own poems.  I like sharing the work of those whom I admire, but there is something unique in putting my own work out here.  Now it is yours to praise or criticize, to laud or to decry.
This is a piece I saw unfolding and wrote down, shortly after the New Year.  I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.  Tell me, can you see it?  Does it take shape before you?  If the answer is yes, than I have succeeded.

Fiery little redhead,
squirrel in the tree;
treading her high tight-rope
oh so carefully.

She holds sumptuous cargo,
a giant, luscious nut,
to put away within
her cold weather hut.

She's miles off the ground,
on a slender twig,
reaching for another
almost just as big.

She slips, and almost falls;
she and I both gasp!
yet somehow she retains
the nut in her grasp.

She seems to gain right then
a dread fear of heights;
she heads back where she came,
safety in her sights.

But then she finds her nerve
and she turns about;
she takes the leap of faith
with her paws stretched out!

Where the treetops reach out,
as if to shake hands,
our squirrel leaps the gap
and safely she lands.

Safe on the other side,
with her winter snack,
she heads along her way -
not once looking back.

David Jamison

Nearer, my God to Thee

This well-known Christian hymn is one of my favorites.  I find great solace in its words, and wished to share them with you tonight.  I will be conducting a church choir in singing this in a few weeks, and that brought it back to the forefront of my mind. 
A famous, favored piece for over a century-and-a-half, it is thought that the music for this poem was played as the RMS Titanic sank beneath the ocean waves. 
In living or dying, these words bring peace, as it assures us of the truth that God is always there for us, stretching out His hand for us to come nearer, nearer to Him.

Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me,
still all my song shall be,
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
darkness be over me, my rest a stone;
yet in my dreams I'd be
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

There let the way appear, steps unto heaven;
all that thou sendest me, in mercy given;
angels to beckon me
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

Then, with my waking thoughts bright with thy praise,
out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise;
so by my woes to be
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

Or if, on joyful wing cleaving the sky,
sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I fly,
still all my song shall be,
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

Sarah F. Adams

More Poetry?

So I have been looking back over my posts, and realized that I have only put five of my own poems up on here.  I'm looking to do better, but am wondering what it is that my audience wants to read.  I have written between 300 and 400 poems, on almost every subject, so please let me know what topic/type of poem you feel would improve my blog.
If I don't hear back soon I will go ahead and publish something of my choosing, but I would like to hear your thoughts on the matter.