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A Summer Morn
Season of mist and mellow fruit,
Of blossom and scented air.
Bird song and busy bee,
seem to inhabit everywhere
Grass green horizon,
velvet blue morning sky.
A little bird with a sweet song,
is singing on wing high in the sky.
Dew laden petals sparkle,
under the new day’s sun.
While somewhere in the distance,
children are laughing and having fun.
– David Harris
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Summer On The Farm
The summer was very hot.
We hadn’t had a lot of rain.
The crops were growing well…
So, we could not complain.
On my parents’ small farm
Plants grew in straight rows.
They were fertilized and hoed.
I toiled as soil dusted my toes.
Other kids were having fun
They were on summer vacation.
It was a time to swim and play.
It was a break from their education.
For me, I became a helping hand.
Summer brought responsibility.
Produce was to be sold at the market.
It was a moneymaking activity.
After all the hours in the sun…
Finally, a tiring day was ending.
The big truck was fully loaded.
Our backs were sore from bending.
Mother said, ‘Let’s have a special treat.’
Holding a muskmelon that was supreme…
She cut two halves and scooped out seeds.
Then filled the empty hollow with ice cream.
The long drudgery of the day seemed to fade
As each delicious mouthful satisfied our palates.
When the final spoonful was slowly consumed
Unaminous approval was cast with smiling ballots.
– Theresa Ann Moore
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The Sun
anything
in your life
more wonderful …
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone–
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance–
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love–
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed–
or have you too
turned from this world–
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
– Mary Oliver
Sun’s Up, Coffee’s Hot
Sun is up, coffee’s hot,
a roll and fruit just hits the spot.
I read the paper, check the mail
then I’m off to the shower
before I ever set sail on life’s big open sea;
whisper a prayer,
‘O Lord please be with me.’
Not much time
in these long busy days
of decisions and deadlines
all lost in a haze.
Out in the world,
reality screams
and simply drowns out
my gauzy thin dreams.
I drag myself home
at the end of the day,
in a sigh of relief
that at last I can stay
here in my castle,
my little retreat,
kick off my shoes
and put up my feet.
And I wonder…
Will this all wash away
in a fresh morning shower,
can I hope to recover
youthful dreams and power
when every tomorrow
brings age and sorrow;
when the sun is up, coffee’s hot,
a roll and fruit just hits the spot?
– Carolyn Brunelle
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