a most wonderful time of year,
i am pleased to hold it so dear.
time for a picnic with all the goods.
a large golden pond and the dark, thick woods.
the month is so teasing,
fresh berries are pleasing,
lovers entwine.
pour some fresh summer wine.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
a most wonderful time of year,
i am pleased to hold it so dear.
time for a picnic with all the goods.
a large golden pond and the dark, thick woods.
the month is so teasing,
fresh berries are pleasing,
lovers entwine.
pour some fresh summer wine.
wait all day. well, a few hours.
until i finally go out.
Inside home all morning,
into half the afternoon.
finally get up the ambition to go out.
neighbor starts mowing.
picture this.
a racket. distracting. disturbing.
impossibly bad bad timing.
i left.
now from inside i consider words to write.
it's hot out there.
humidity is a factor.
in here it is quiet.
can't see the the planes soar over.
they're high up.
maybe they're new york to alaska bound
or some other far place. New Zealand?
also it's cloudy today
what i hear closer to home
are a variety of birds
and a smidge of neighbor chatter.
doesn't matter; some adult neighbor kids
are visiting for a while this summer.
now there goes another plane.
Oh, so very far away.
piling on hours to construct the day. got'em together. now what do you say?
we can begin the next month soon.
don't bother to tell me when
you'll reach for the moon.
a promise of heat, we'll see.
morning is wet with humidity.
rabbits are out and we are too.
light walking and taffic.
trees are quiet, birds are few.
clouds are whisps, sky is blue.
we classmates today gathered at the
golf course Bar North for lunch and talking.
and remained inside in air conditioning on a terrible ninety -something degree, humid day.
we numbered nineteen. Skip came all the way from Houston.
one long line of tables worked for our group.
you know, i met Cynthia, Tom Meyers and Leslie way, way back in kindergarten.
the rest jumped on this train along the way. we've ridden together ever since.
another fine day we had. such a good time for all.
this is why we return and see these familiar faces again and again.
don't know where the bunnies slept.
i think close along the leeward side of the house.
or under the heavy fur tree.
Jeeze the rain was beating down.
and we had the largest booms i've ever heard.
shook the earth.
made me nearly roll off the bed.
but i didn't get up to look out the window.
halfway slept and rode out the storm.
let it happen by itself.
hey, i would have helped if i could've.
you should have heard the amount of water pounding on the house.
saw lightning bugs
last night three lit
bright as car headlights.
soon summer evenings will bring countless
flashes filling the black yard,
flooding the darkness with blinkiing lights.
.
i will care for you.
help along the way.
when turning at a corner
gentle wind will warm you.
stay well, dearest,
all is night and day.
a date doesn't have to be current.
written well today.
mentioned by the poet,
fits now.
try it on, Clownie.
sit down next to me.
crowd me not.
we can't share bus tickets.
you know i like to write about bus rides.
citizens are frustrated the government does nothing.
so today people parade
against guns and shooters.
children's lives have been taken.
what is the meaning of this?
kids. the world is for them.
let them play and have fun together.
holidays, family, celebration.
bring back playgrounds in our culture.
get on course.
and of shooting,
middle and old age people
don't want to get wasted either.
the day before June how it goes.
to load up on sun when it shows.
the grey-edged folly in the heavens,
cool blue and brightness in the sky.
while meri mows the last of our acre.
thick and long.
a while it'll take her.
i'm glad she is strong.
Thinking before or after writing
Either one is happening always
Unless i'm writing, then it is between time.
Like somthing to eat; just finished or is next.
Let us mark it all down.
what fits into this scheme are our creatures.
Loveable and quick. One rabit ran out of the bush two days ago and nearly ran into me. he saw me and froze. we both did. It
We looked at each other and wondered what would happen next.
notice our rabbits. they are here or abscent.
never half way. mark it down.
from space our planet appears lit.
not well just lit, overly so.
our planet shines in the large space pond
when seen from somewhere out ... beyond.
it sits around too many months.
years now.
throw old house paint away
at the paint dump in Elyria.
the worker guys were jolly, old, heavy, slow.
they gave us cardboard boxes for packing.
Oh well, jolly is too much.
say they're very happy.
then out in the world,
heading to wellington,
streets are dry, traffic light.
stopped to see Tim the clockman,
he'll pack our grandfather clock,
port it to oberlin, oil and set it up.
he wears clothes and glasses
from a hundred years ago.
back to home before returning
to Wellington a second time to do taxes
with another great, easy fellow.
job day, okay. what do you say?
we'll have a few summer days leaping on us out of nowhere when we thought it would take a while to get here pow it's upon us thank god of good weather
Cold morn, later warm.
heard the news.
poor families of little kids shot in texas.
the things we have to put up with.
poor united states of america.
Being nice to my friends, thinking of them. how i enjoy seeing them even though i don't have a load of new happenings to report.
seeing you and saying hello means you elevate my happiness by being here. so hello means you make me happy.
It will be warm today, one of the warmest and looking out this morning i see the sweetness of summer the way it should be, warm in the heavy shade of green you want to see. birds and rabits all on board; beige and white, blending in. there are trees and bushes thick with life. now a heavy sprinkle of rain. what a day. a good morning for you
see the short birds
running in the Wallmart parking lot.
little ones. Plump but look how fast they go.
do they immigrate south when there's snow? i haven't the foggiest idea.
seems would be hard for them to run like that on ice.
they have a lot of tricks though.
birds have developed good abilities
for many things they can do.
t Tuesday, September 28, 2010 8 comments
All has changed for the better. Am I kidding myself. We saw the play. We're halfway gone at the intermission. Don't know why we came back. We did. The show did have some actors playing a dog and a chicken. They were the best parts of the show.
I'll.remember them when I think of the performance. Good blocking. Of course the dog and thr chicken talked - it was a play.
today we'll see a play.
new ideas will fill our minds.
thoughts will rise.
i'll have to write things down.
inspiration will clamor.
this is an afternoon show.
we'll come home in sunshine.
that says a lot of goodness for us.
we're not evening people.
can't learn much but it's a start. Tim winds his 17 clocks every Sunday now we follow his example starting today. the sun i see ricochet off the house being built across the street. Rod complained about it. this morning i see it bright. he's right. he hopes it will not be another sided white. i hope the clocks run smoothly. and stand with rod. learning about clocks takes time.
27 august 1883
the loudest noise our
planet has ever heard.
circled the earth four times.
if you were nearer than
ten miles from Krakatoa exploding
you'd be deaf.
floating pumice fields 10 feet deep
clogged ports,
there was so much ash thrown in the sky that in Nicaragua, on the other side of the Pacific, the sun was blue.