Thursday, August 08, 2013

Sea-Laughter

To the sea, to the sea
who is a laughing maid
carelessly 
tossing the froth of her 
wanton lips 
 upon the thirsty sands.

To the sea, to the sea
who is a flaunting maid 
madly
sweeping voluminous skirts of foam
across the lustrous rocks 
sunset-toned..

I am of the sea
caught in its beating peaceful monotony 
I am of the sea
and its endless breadth of shores 
and its path of quiet tide 
where cooled flesh slumbers 
with shadowed dreams 
and distant horizons.

(photo was taken in Newport Beach, CA.
a heavenly place to be)

Monday, August 05, 2013

Silence is for Listening

There are songs to be heard in silence! 
Melodies interweaving the pensive quietude 
psalms of fruitfulness and harvest to come
proclaiming life beneath the canopy of winter 
the river's mystic lament for freedom 
where bold canyons contain  its breadth ...

Once I felt the eloquence of a joyful hymn
seeing a doe in silent vigil over her fawn ...

I have heard anthems ascending mountain heights 
and Brahms Lullaby in a somnolent valley.
The songs in silent interludes! To hear them
is to banish loneliness from our solitudes.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Widow

Tonight her heart seeks quietude and rest
within a silent room where lamplight falls 
with mellow grace and flickering fire enthralls 
and lures the mind to meditative quest 
for here his presence is most manifest 
and loneliness retreats beyond the walls
it is a reconciling peace that shawls 
her being with the oneness they possessed.

Through years, in faith and trust her soul had sought 
the cherished warmth of his bold spirit's flame 
whereby love's sweet security is wrought 
he sensed her need in that unspoken claim 
and now there is the shared and secret thought 
to blaze with precious memory of his name.

(written for a dear friend that lost her husband, recently) 

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Little Friendly Lake

You lure us from from duty's hurried street 
to riches not compared with coins of gold 
you offer time to rest the aching feet ...
here, prodded minds and bodies loose their hold 
from care to pause and play in wide-swung doors 
green-lacquered reeds and water lilies doze ...
while rhythmic ripples softly kiss your shores 
here, harmony and happiness repose 
and songs of birds ring heavenward and high ...
though but a mote of mirror, you reflect 
deep calm and peace in wood and field and sky
constructed by a Master Architect ....

(and the pelicans were on the lake that beautiful day
my husband is the photographer. ) 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

And the Robin Sang ...

How I wanted that day to last forever! How
I wished every one  could have lived it! To
some that day was not an unusual one, for the
sun shone only as brightly as it did on any
other spring day. But those seemingly ordinary
hours were the most sublime I think I shall ever
recall for I was lifted from the despair of doubt
into a great happiness and a more complete
understanding.

The tall trees stood erect as the warm
breeze rustled their lovely green leaves. A
policeman strolled merrily through the park.
His young wife, wheeling a baby stroller
walked beside him. Through a great love and
some strange power a child had come into
being. From a tiny acorn had sprung the
stately tree beside me. Still I doubted, but at
that moment, a robin sang above me - his
time-old song revealing that which I now
understand. Surely there was a Creator, some
Divine Power to make possible this beauty I
had felt in its fullness only today. I bowed my
head in humility and prayed - prayed to a
God I knew truly existed.

The perfume of fresh lilacs filled the air -
so pure, like Him who had created them.

That day seemed everlasting, it is forever
seared in my memory. A robin had shown me
the light. Some need holy men, others a vision of a miracle but all I
needed was nature and a robin's simple notes.
I walked on, its song still echoing through
my heart and the sun was at my heels ...

Friday, July 19, 2013

Quiet Neighbors

They stand inside the terrace rim
he, six feet two, alert
she, at his side, close to him
in a quaint hoop skirt

They never talk, laugh or sigh
they never even stir
until the wind comes running by
then he sings to her

The rain to them is anodyne
they welcome snow and dew
he, the lusty Douglas pine
she, the feathery yew.

Monday, July 15, 2013

First Teacher

At our first sentence: "A man ran"
she leaned closer and listened.
Her eyes, when we read "Fan me Ann"
rounded and fairly glistened.
Then when we counted right
that eager, glad September
her smile was far the brightest light
that shone!
Yes, I remember!

(My mom was a teacher and she was my first teacher,
 Remembering that first year with her in Kindergarten, some very wonderful memories)

Monday, July 08, 2013

Mother Goose Lullaby (for my precious Rose)

Hush, you darling little thing
listen closely while I sing

'Bout the sandman who will call
when you into sleep shall fall

First, he'll give you sleepy-dust 
when your travel, sleep you must

Then he'll take you in his arms 
show you all the dreamland charms 

You shall have a hurried look 
on the folks in story-book

How they play and romp and run 
you have never seen such fun

You shall see old mother goose
with her goslings running loose 
all about a great big pond
'bout which geese are very fond

Then you'll see the jumping cow
try to figure out just how 
she could jump so very high 
o'er the moon up in the sky

Then, dear, try to solve the riddle 
'bout the cat that played the fiddle 

Next in line, the lazy spoon 
whom the dish outran too soon 

Taste Miss Muffet's curds and whey 
she was eating on that day 
then the spider came to call
she forgot to eat them all 

After you have seen this jumble
tell the sandman not to stumble
over Humpty's wall but see 
that he brings you right back to me!

Friday, July 05, 2013

It Was The Mockingbird ...

It was the mockingbird singing at night 
singing for other birds , sleeping or flown 
piping his stolen flute, trilling the light 
measures that were never his alone ...
It was his mockery, pulsing and bright 
carelessly borrowed from all that he had known 
It was the mockingbird, singing at night 
that taught me a song of my own! 

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Rose

My darling little rose is growing up so quickly!
She will be 17 months on June 26th.
She is my sweetest little treasure and I love her dearly!!!

Monday, January 28, 2013

Rose Elizabeth celebrated her 1st birthday on January 26th 
She is such a joy in all of our lives and loved by all her family.

Life is good and I'm busy taking care of Rose.
We are great pals and our days are full of sunshine and love.

Wishing everyone that might read this a most wonderful and blessed New Year.
Peace and joy to all of you.

Love
Margie & Rose 

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Rose

My beautiful grand daughter is so beautiful!
She is now 9 months old ...
She is so precious and I love her dearly!

We have moved to Denver and sold our house in Colorado Springs ....
Life is a new adventure and I'm loving it!
Being with little Rose brings me such joy!
I'm her Nanny-granny!
I've always so enjoyed being a Nanny to many children but to be a Nanny to Rose is so wonderful!

Wishing everyone who reads this a wonderful day and a wonderful life!
Take care and be well :) 
I probably won't be posting again for some time as I just don't have the time!

-Margie 

Saturday, January 28, 2012

MY BEAUTIFUL ROSE


My lovely granddaughter was born on Jan. 26th
Her name is Rose Elizabeth
My heart is overflowing with love!
Thank you Bess & Jon for this beautiful gift.
Such a blessing and such a miracle!

A granddaughter is a gift from above
one to cherish and love.
-author unknown

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~Promise~

Darlin'
when danger lurks
beside you
reach your hand
to close-clasp mine

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I will be away for a while.
Going to be with my daughter to help her with Rose.
When I return to blogging I shall be happy to visit everyone.
Till then, be well, take care and be happy!

Love
Margie

*Update* Thanks everyone for all the wonderful and kind comments!
I'm still helping with my beautiful Rose!
With Rose and her mommy all week and come home on the weekends.
All is going well and I so love my beautiful Rose!
I'm so blessed!
Heading to Denver early tomorrow morning. (Mon. Feb. 13th)
Oh, added a picture of mommy and daughter!
My precious angels!

Wishing everyone much joy and love!
Take care, you are all wonderful!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

CROSS-COUNTRY




Through an avenue of trees
we slipped
cold snow squeaked
beneath our long, thin skis.

Underneath featherbeds of white
fir arms bent dowm
and brushed our shoulders
as we passed between.

We heard the rustling
of the birds
saw tracks of deer
one small, gray squirrel
ran by in fear
of who we were
two-legged creatures
in his silent world.

We reached the open meadow
sun on crystal snow
felt the sharp cold bite of wind.

Then with a rhythmic flow
of motion glided slowly down
to find protected
woods below.

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We have been meeting up with some of our college friends from Boston for the past six years in Breckinridge Colorado.
We all enjoy cross-country skiing
We 'll be going again in March.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

LIFE'S LITTLE MIRACLE

So many, many, things take place
along life's busy way
to make us laugh, and cry and sing
each and every day ...

But the Little Miracle secure
within your eager arms
is your lease on happiness
with her captivating charms ...

So cherish and enjoy her
guide her, help her when you can
and when you see her stumble
reach out a loving, steady hand ...

Then when she's big and stands alone
be not afraid to let her go
to walk her path
with head held high
for God and Love hath made her so.

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Picture is of my beautiful daughter, Bess.
She has grown into an amazing and wonderful young woman!
She is a blessing in my life!

Wednesday, January 04, 2012

MAGIC

Magic is the sun rising high
in the eastern sky
to sink in brazen glory
in the golden west.
It's the secret guarded well
that daisies won't tell
as they nod their happy heads in jest.
Magic is the free
flowing waters of the sea-
gulls overhead
wings spread in flight.
It's a glistening star
viewed from afar
shining o'er the world through the night.
Magic is the slow birth
of sweet Mother Earth
from the seedlet to the rose's bloom.
It's a pattern without reason
for every changing season
intricately woven on
Mother Nature's loom.
Magic is the wild
carefree mind of a child
as she runs 'neath laughing skies of blue.
But, more importantly
at least, it is to me
Magic is the wonder
of my love for you!

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This picture was taken on a visit to Palm Springs, CA.
last October. Newport Beach was truly Magical!


Thursday, December 22, 2011

WHAT I NEED

A love for my heart
Good thoughts for my head
Tasks for my hands
Butter for my bread

Sleep for my nights
Work for my days
Courage for trouble
A little bit of praise

A song for my soul
Strength for any test
That's all I ask for
You take the rest

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This poem is a repost from 2006.
The picture was taken last year, a family picture, with my daughter and son and also lovable, sweet Jake!
Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas, and Happy Hanukkah
and a wonderful New Year full of love, peace and joy!

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Rejoice with your family in the beautiful land of life.
~Albert Einstein

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

SOMETIMES, LISTENING ...

Oh, many years were gone
before I understood
prayer is not only asking
for what I think is good
not always agonized appeal
or rapt petitioning
but sometimes silent tuning-in
Quiescent listening ...

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Photo was taken on my recent trip to Nova Scotia.
The lake with the water lilies was so lovely!
I sat quietly with my niece and felt such peace!

___________________________________________
Shall be back to blogging when I feel the heart of it!
Not there right now but hope to be soon.
Will try my best to do some blog visiting, though.
Have missed everyone!

~ Margie xx

Friday, August 19, 2011

SEE YOU IN OCTOBER ... (early October)

Wishing everyone a wonderful rest of the summer!
I'm taking a little break from blogging as in 3 weeks I'll be going on vacation. Heading up to Nova Scotia (one of my favorite places in the world!) to visit my family. I have so much to do before I leave and will have no time to blog.
But, I shall visit your blogs one more time before I take my break.
So, see you in October ... be well, be happy and enjoy life like the heart of a child!

Love and light ...
Margie :-)

A little poem before I leave ...

SUMMERTIME
When velvet bees rove lazily
amid the sunwarmed clovers
and summer hours drift hazily
these are the days for rovers ...

When August holds high fragrancy
and dreams are for the taking
my heart in wanton vagrancy
belies all future aching.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

FIRST

Supposedly my dog Patches
never exactly belonged to me
but he was patient and gracious
helping a kid learn to play "go get it"
("fetch" was a foreign word then)
and showing me when enough was enough
("Don't wear him out" dad said
"He gets tired just as you do)

Patches ran the trails with dad
and peacefully tolerated me
as I learned that dogs need praise
and water and love.

He didn't deserve that painful death
from distemper.

Gentle little dog
wherever you wait now
maybe you barely remember me
but I need to send belated thanks
for that long-ago start
towards many years
of incomparable friendships.
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This is not a picture of my Patches but looks very much like him.
Patches was my first dog, my best dog !

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

SURPRISES

I am surprised at the red of the maples
Amazed at the spriggy young peach tree and plum
the wild berry canes are covered with silver
and here is a hoptoad big as my thumb ...

Astonished am I at the faint of the violet
that flows in among the dawn's softest gray
Delighted with noon so clear in its challenge
and almost amazed at the closing of day ...

But children, the children! Like butterflies flitting
like blooms that burst forth on a stream's
shining brink -
like birds that are spilled hit-a-miss in the
heavens -
so dazzled am I it is futile to think.

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(Painting by artist Jack Vettriano)
http://www.heart-break.co.uk

Monday, August 01, 2011

A GALLOPING HORSE IS TODAY ...

Jump on behind, you who would ride with me
or in front for we ride bareback
in closer contact with our mount
the source of energy between our legs ...
No one can hold to slower gait
this golden day that freshened
by two days of resting clouds and showers
on the upturned face of August
leaves the restless river dappled green
with algae through which the ducks
make streaks in patterns along the shore
as they chase each other with ardor
or with punishing intent. Must we remain
static in our watching? The road
along the bank is for our riding
and there will never be an end
to our racing river. We must make
the most of this pungent day, the only one
of its special kind there will ever be.
We who find this so penetratingly sweet
in our loving of the earth and of each other
must not let a moment of this glorious day escape.
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(The picture was taken by me.)

Thursday, July 21, 2011

THE SEASONS

I understand the seasons now
I know their shades are varied
moods and knowing savor
each in turn ...
The lightning, sudden
frightening bolts of brightness ...
let it come ... for this is beauty
deepest mood that complements
the peaceful days ...
Then let it pass, let winds
blow soft and brush my cheek
with moistened lips ...
for this is beauty, deepest calm
that complements the stormy days ...
Let each shade color me
in turn, the red, the blue
the purple days
for I would know the shades of each
yet be the color of the whole.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

TO MY HUSBAND ...

Sweetheart, you are more to me than dearness ... more than love
and yet these two are inseparably bound
in every thought and concept
I have of you ...

In your fleeting smile
and in the sweeter sound
of your lyrical voice
in every strand of hair that frames
those calm and ever comprehending eyes
that see within my very soul
and you understand and
empathize ...
________________________________
(Thank you, dearest!)
(I love you!)

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

LAUGHTER IS A LYRIC THING

Laughter is a lyric thing
with shining wings fluttering
through its echoes joyful notes ring
sweet laughter is a lyric thing
like the song of birds ...

Fragrances and starriness
sudden smiles ... a sweet caress
little ways that cheer and bless
surprisingly ... adventuring
like the song of birds ...

Your laughter is a lyric thing
all your love-thoughts echoing
half-dreamed wishes whispering
your laughter is a lyric thing
like the song of birds ...

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Dedicated to my wonderful husband.
I so miss his sweet and lyrical laughter when he's away!

Thursday, June 30, 2011

THE ROBIN

A cherry
or berry
has stained up your breast
it is merry
oh! very
to see you so dressed ...
you bring us
and sing us
an old but dear song
of tune-time
and June-time
of love that is strong
you appear
and you cheer
with expressions of pleasure
have brought us
and wrought us
fresh hope set to measure
playfully
gayfully
you fill our life-cup
you greet us
and meet us
with
" Cheery - cheer up!"

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

SMALL SONGS

Some songs are silver cymbals
and some are jeweled lutes
and some are eflins dancing
and some are magic flutes
Bird songs! Fire tipped harmonies
flame across far centuries
some songs are bright wings glancing
by leaf-hid waterfalls
and others eye entrancing
and some are laughing calls
across strange space where starlight
streams-
Go, little songs and bear our dreams
some songs are flame-borne whisperings
poets have spoken of
but all are from the time-harp's strings
that God has struck - for Love.
Such charm and cheer came not by
chance-
God too loves rhythm and romance!
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Photo courtesy of Lorraine at:

Thursday, June 16, 2011

MANY A MOON

The tears I shed for lost balloons
and bursting bubbles soon were dried ...
my sobbing pleas for silvery moons
with lesser gifts were satisfied ...

Many a reach has failed its mark
since then and many a moon has waned ...
but love I cried for in the dark
came to bless me and remained.

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

HEADY DAY ...

The wrestling rain and wind of yesterday
have fought each other to a draw ...
Uncertainty died in the forgetting night
Morning is born anew
with no remembrance
of what went on before ...
The far of mountains laced with snow
are bluer in the sun and nothing stirs ...
Breathlessness becomes the newborn spring ...
The grass pricks up its tiny blades
and near the rocks the heat of sun
brings into early blossoming
flowers that spread their fragrance
over all the plain ...
There is a heady steam
of renewal in the air
as life begins again.
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Photo taken by my husband.
He's a great photographer!

Monday, May 30, 2011

IN A VETERINARIAN'S WAITING ROOM

Our emotions are bare
as the walls surround us ...
our feelings exposed
as the pets on our laps ...

We all meet as strangers
but the things we discuss ...
are life ... love ... and death
too revealing perhaps ...

Our sick little creatures
dissolve inhibitions ...
when our names are called
we arise and depart ...

All unaware of our
own frank expositions ...
each leaving behind
a small piece of their heart!

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Picture is of my cat, Smokey.
She has kidney disease and I take her to our vet for IV treatments twice a week.
She is 16 years old and such a sweetheart!

Monday, May 23, 2011

I DID NOT KNOW ...


I did not know that silence

could sound like light ...

I did not know that music

could stretch a landscape into forever ...

so it could blossom into

a million gardens ...

or that my eyes could paint

a cobalt sky ...

I did not know the sight of you

would change my life forever ...

into a daily hourly hosanna

of my love for you ...

I did not know!

_______________________________________

Photo courtesy of Lorraine at:


Thanks so much, Lorraine!

Sunday, May 15, 2011

THERE SHALL BE ROSES

It rained the day we said good-bye

and I heard someone say ...

"How sad that rain should bring

an added gloom."

They did not know

how much you loved spring rain ...

and what delight was yours

in strolling through your garden

on nature's wash-day ...

Soft spring rain is falling now ...

Remembering ... I pause at the window ...

You are there ... among the growing things ...

your benevolent hands caressing

the newly-washed green ... the bud ...

This spring ... there shall be roses ...

growing ... blooming ... where you sleep.

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In memory of my dear friend, Mary.

She died in the spring of 2006.

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

A TOAST TO MOTHER'S

Here's to the ones who gave the life
to the souls from the starry skies
here's to the ones that encircle the earth
with the light of their loving eyes.

Here's to the one who never forgets
though I roam the wide world over
whose love can banish all regrets
God's sweetest gift - my mother!

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Mom, this coming Sunday is Mother's Day!
Happy Mother's day to you, in heaven!
You are always in my heart!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

BRIGHT NOCTURNE

The full moon hangs on the wearing night
and floods the fields with amber light
golden, haloed, sanctified
slumbers the swimming countryside
the pale road shines like bloodless rust
my feet are swathed in silver dust
and light in which the land is dressed
with that which glorifies my breast
illuminates unbearably
so much too beautiful for me!

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Photo taken by my husband!

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

TWO UNDER AN UMBRELLA

Come laughing with me into the rain
puddle-wet ... knee-high ... slush-mashed
nuzzling rain
turn and laugh
and curl into the world ...
follow the children dancing with spattered feet
or swinging in swings ...
spinning and vanishing over the street ...

Or let's run with the rivers of cats and leaves
away from the showers ...
until both of us drip and fade
like a handful
of paper flowers.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

THIS ARCH

Wind, rain, time ... shaped this Arch
as for me, I think it was God.

Sculpting with his finger
this band of sandstone sod.

Leaving behind a blue window
all seeing eye to souls.

No bridge of mortal suspension
priceless treasure to behold.

Forged in the heat of the desert
canyon kiln of stone.

God made this lovely Arch to view
of a certainty ... this I know.

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Photo was taken in Arches National Park on a recent trip.
In the picture with me is my good friend, Melissa

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Hello

Dear Friends ...
I've been away from my blog for such a long time but that does not mean I have forgotten all of you!
How could I ever forget you?
Never!
Once in a while I visit my blog and read all of the most kind comments and I smile :)
Thank you all so much for your visits and comments on my last post!
They are so greatly appreciated!
Gosh, is it really almost a year since I posted last?
I am here today to say, "hi" and wish all of you a wonderful 2011!
I hope to actually come back to blogging some time this year but don't know when yet.

It seems like mishaps are a part of my life!
I recently took a fall and badly sprained my ankle ... I'm so thankful it was not broken! 
Never a dull moment when one is a klutz! LOL!

So, till I am back again, may life bless all of you with much joy, love and peace!
Love and light to you and yours ...

Margie :)
___________________________________________
Oh, I have a poem to share ...

LYRICS

A lyric is a lovely thing
with a haunting tune
with a jeweled beauty
scraps of silver moon
flecks of mountain meadows
glints of winding stream
poignant revelations
of a poet's dream ...

Lyrics soar in ecstacy
up to heaven's blue
so my heart goes singing - winging -
straight to you!


Thursday, April 08, 2010

A GREATER GOOD

I sing a song of sadness
But the sadness has something
Of the good within it -
And is of a greater good.
______________________________
One more poem before I say good-bye for a while.
-Margie xo

EVEN IN DARKNESS

Even when darkness sinks over my soul

You bring me stars for my skies

I am never utterly lost in the night

While trust still shines in your eyes

And when the hours of the dark are past

When dawn breaks over my soul anew

Your smiles are my sunrise, your voice

The birds singing

Your kisses sweet dew.

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Dear friends and readers, I shall be away from blogging for a while, probably a month or so. Till I return, I wish all of you wonderful and happy days!
I shall miss all of you!
Love and light ... Margie

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

THE CALL OF SPRING ...

He calls to me, I know it now

That bird with cheery song

To let my duties wait awhile

And come, the day is long

He's telling me it's springtime

There are violets in the wood

I feel I can't refuse to go

I don't see how I could!

Out where the shadowy vistas are

Aglow with sunshine gold

The forest flowers are carpeting

The spongy leafy mold

Oh, I must see it all again

And hear the brooklets sing!

I cannot still this heart of mine

For it is answering Spring!

Sunday, April 04, 2010

I BELIEVE ...


It does not matter when I go

Nor how nor why

Each day a million roses blow

A million die ...

For every bird that lives to sing

A song is stilled ...

I go ... a brief remembering

My place is filled

I'll live and love and dine and drink

The while I may

And when my number's called

I'll say "O.K!"

Thursday, April 01, 2010

SCHOOLTIME

Whenever on fall-tingle mornings you suddenly hear
The bluebonnet matins of eight-year olds grow near
Then nearer your pictureframe window that opens wide ...
On a frost-fingered world of saffron and gold outside ...

Whenever you see diminutive caravans swinging
Red satchels of books and boxes of lunch and
Flinging their Lilliput missles of laughter toward heaven
And you ... whose eyes fill up with revery (and dew)

Wherever, whenever you watch schoolchildren pass
Whose gay-goose litanies arise en masse
Remember that blocks away or miles away
Are teachers with halos of chalk and feet of clay!