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That meddlin kid
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Post subject: Yesterday Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 5:22 pm |
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Yesterday
Yesterday I was planning to go out and play But the job called me in anyway And that’s how I spent yesterday
Suddenly She had a fever reading 103 And of course they had to call in me Oh, yesterday changed suddenly
Yes I had to go Could not say no, I had no say They dropped a subtle hint And there went My yesterday
Yesterday I had plans to go and hike a way Now I need some time to hit the hay Oh, I’m still bummed by yesterday
Yes I had to go Could not say no, I had no say They dropped a subtle hint And there went My yesterday
Yesterday I had plans to go and hike a way Now I need some time to hit the hay Oh, I’m still bummed by yesterday
_________________ The kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking fine pearls who, when he found an especially costly one, sold everything he had to buy it.
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Post subject: Yesterday Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 5:23 pm |
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Whan That Aprille
Along one edge of town runs A broad mown strip of land, Bounded by trees on both sides, Following the path of unseen pipes.
It’s not such a scenic place; The youths in their four-wheel ATVs Keep the low-lying spots churned Into deep, brown, muddy trenches.
A heavy overnight rain At the beginning of April filled The trenches with fresh run-off, Knee-deep or more in places;
By next morning the silt had Settled, and left the water clear, So that the worst swampy section Looked almost like a broad stream.
That morning I sat on a carpet Of pine needles along the bank, And listened to the birds calling Active now that the rain had passed;
And heard the zephyr singing In the treetops, and watched it Turn the stagnant surface into A long miniature sea of ripples.
Now and then the breeze Abruptly changed direction, And marked its path with a chaos Of glittering wave motion patterns.
I watched and thought how the drier Parts of the cut would soon be covered With April blossoms; then got to my feet And resumed the day’s pilgrimage.
_________________ The kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking fine pearls who, when he found an especially costly one, sold everything he had to buy it.
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Post subject: Yesterday Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 5:26 pm |
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Arkansas Sakura
It’s that time of year when here And there in the woods we see Sprays of white among the green Buds and still winter-bare branches.
Like the spring cherries in Japan They fill a need for whole trees Covered with pure petals to gaze At in a mild and pleasant season;
A season all know will soon pass, Taking the blossoms with it, as Transient as everything we have In this floating world in which we live.
When I was a kid we could drive In the woods up on the mountain And see more blossoming dogwoods Then you could shake a stick at;
And it was well worth rattling over A few miles of muddy gravel road To see so many blooming native Trees unplanted by any human hand.
One day, when I was still small, Dad showed me a pure white dogwood Blossom, and pointed out that each Of its four petals bore a little notch;
And told us how with just a little Imagination they could remind one of A wounded head, two wide-spread hands, And a close-bound pair of nailed feet.
Of course Easter always came right Around dogwood time, and in the midst Of dyeing and hiding eggs and all the Other trappings of a childhood holiday;
We were always reminded also of what The day was really meant to be about; Even the awakening dogwoods helped us to Remember, with their wounded blossoms.
When I see the dogwoods every spring I see two ways to read their blossoms; It’s easy to see a symbol of life’s transience, But also of life's return after leaving for a time.
_________________ The kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking fine pearls who, when he found an especially costly one, sold everything he had to buy it.
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