Poetry
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WHERE THE WILD LOON CALLS
North,
Where the wild loon calls.
Past towns and cities.
To moose and calf, waxing and cedar.
Clock and calendar will not follow here.
Where an orange moon lifts half an eye o'er purpled hills.
Woodsmoke 'round the cabin peak.
Cheeks sting in the fires' heat.
Biscuits and trout on chipped China.
Outdoor privy, cold water and homely furnishings.
Wake to the noisy breakfast of barnswollows.
Fishing in natures' surround, farm from the life of opposite.
There is my hearts' longing,
North,
Where the wild loon calls.
SPRING
29 days to spring
oh, what a wonderful thing
longer days and more sun
winter cold is over and done.
SOME day, one day, I'll say, this cold, will GO away. THAT day, in May, I pray, flowers, will come to stay.
SECLUDED WOOD (2022)
So gracefully does the sun beam
Upon the cedar as it does lean
In our secluded wood
Where everything is good
Giving one who chanced to see
Feelings of serenity
SUNRISE (2022)
Just as Hemmingway, loved the hour of first light
So do I and also, love the last of night
The sun on the horizon, twinkling through the trees
Setting fire and gold, for all those blessed to see
As I watch the day break, 'neath the great blue dome
My heart swells with the welcome
Of day, in my woods home
GOOGLE PLUMS
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, his laptop was always nearby - he Googled it some and learned about plums, saying "what a good boy am I."
APRIL (1986)
Spring of earth
Month of firsts.
Things they say
Should come in May.
Osprey in a lonely glide
Mayflowers, tho they hide
Rabbits changed to brown from white
Peepers songs, in dark of night.
These and more
Promises, of what’s in store
Green of woods, blude of sky,
Gifts of summer rushing by.
Winter, long
Has sung her song.
Comes now the time
Of a poet’s rhyme.
Of sun warm,
And bees’ swarm.
Til days break cold
And, as of old,
November firsts,
Bring winters’ earth.
HIP HIP HOORAY (2013 after being told no more oral chemo )
Hip, hip, hooray-today's a red letter day, I heard my oncologist say, no more chemo for you, Loumae. Made me sick as a dog-felt like a knot on a log, burning up, no git up and go, thank God, I won't take it no mo. Tra la la tra la tra la
FRIVOLITY (2016)
Three blind mice - computers are nice, three blind mice - I said that twice, they all went after the farmers wife - I'll love computers the rest of my life, three blind mice - she cut off their tails with a carving knife - did you ever see such a sight in your life as three blind mice - computers are nice - I said that twice
DAYBREAK (2015)
Early at daybreak and what did appear but our little chipmunk, already here. Out on the snow, shiny and white he stood like a sentinel after the night. Then come to join him a turkey displayed but alas and alack neither one of them stayed. Easter is over and now I'll be glad, soon to to see clover and green would be grand.