Saturday, April 29, 2017
A Child's Enchantment By Polly Guerin
Let's escape beyond the forest trees
A secret life, the Lilliputian's,
if you please!
Where fairies build castles and dens
And write pretend stories by the pen
Their little houses can be seen by day
At nighttime they come out to play
Tiny folk in green leafy clothes
Of moss and floral they pose
To amuse a summer's day at play
We join in the merry romp today
There we enact fantastic tales
And slay dragons it never fails
Imaginary monsters an sing songs
Tripping through the velvet faun
In this enraptured place I belong
I count the days, that I be gone
A thunderous storm burst forth
All the tiny dwellings were lost
Yet, I remember enchanted time
That only fairy tales can remind
Those wondrous days do not last
We grow up, my dear, far too fast!
Sunday, April 23, 2017
ADIEU Dear Life By Polly Guerin
No earthly grave for me
in dark twilight years, I be
Alone in the cold damp ground
Missing nature's joyous sound
I do not expect to wither there
They'll be no one to even care
And set a flower by my stone
For I be here quite all alone
No, No no wooden coffin box
Plunked down with forever locks
I prefer to return to humble dust
Take my ashes but do not rush
Go gently to some quiet glade or glen
Somewhere, where I have never been
An spread my ashes among songbirds
Singing love song I have never heard
And let the wind take me faraway, far
Where field flowers bloom like a star
And here I rest my weary tired head
Nourishing the nature's earth instead
The silent earth beneath my flight
Into the heavens I might alight.
Friday, April 7, 2017
GLOBAL WARMING By Polly Guerin
Spring arrived early this year
Why February?it was not clear
Early blooming red-maples burst
Bloomed buds died at first
A snowstorm came the other day
Migrating birds lost their way
Their food supply lay frozen
Nature caused commotion
Flowers confused had bloomed
Were frozen in their gloom
Daffodils nodded to their icy life
Their numbered days a sacrifice
Chipmunks stayed underground
Nary a nut could be found
The trees dried up their sap
They shuttered and moaned
Their leaves were iced and cold
No one had known or foretold
A lone coyote gave a mournful cry
Alas, ti's sad to have to say
Shed a tear for the passing of joy
Never to enchant girl or boy
The beautiful spring of yesteryear
Is gone forever, my dear
More snow predicted is on the doom
Must lovely Spring leave us so soon?
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