In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?



by Olivia, in the summer of 2006 or 2007 :)
It speaks to me of summer heat
Of struggling grass and burning street
Of sweating drinks that cool my hand
When lemonade is in demand
Though heat is more a friend than foe
It never our love for breeze will know
And oft in shade of trees we find
A rest for body and the mind
Before the warmth had come to height
We raise the banner: blue, red, white
Then mix a dish to chill, and pack
The cookies for an evening snack
We all arrive in festive air
The breeze caresses our damp hair
Up high in blue shines out a torch
And smiling on we cross the porch
Activities throughout the day
Might possibly contain hose-spray
While over picnic bounty lingers
Playful feet and serving fingers
On past this day my thoughts reach out
The fireworks gone--to days without
The noise of people, all I see
Is green beans being picked by me
Then back to people--at the lake
And splashing water, eating steak
Build towers high from fresh wet sand
Then back in water, back to land
I've left out lots of things, you know
Enjoy them all and learn and grow
In summer's heat and winter's chill
In flow'ry valley, sun-baked hill
Learn: God, in all good things we see
Shows crazy love and so should we
And don't forget it's 'Only the
First sentence of eternity'

1 comment:

Jodi said...

I think I may have seen one of your poems for the first time on your mother's blog. I was amazed then, and now. Thanks for sharing your gift.