Watery Wednesday ~ 10~27-'09 (and a poem)

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Go to link below to find other WW posts!

http://waterywednesday.blogspot.com/

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It's Watery Wednesday time again and for this time I'm doing a re-run of one of my earliest posts on my first blog!

http://juniesplace.blogspot.com/

Poem: Reflections

...This little poem - though, not correct in form- says a lot about the changes in our lives...





Reflections


These days I seldom witness
children lying in the grass,
gazing skyward, making figures of the clouds.

This is of the past!

Flowers of the meadow,
mostly, go un-noticed and un-picked.
Lost now, to the masses!
Replaced by games - hand-held-
of flickering figures, fighting, flickering figures!

What a trick!

Is summer still enticing,
with sprinklers slinging water in luscious swirls?
With children dressed in summer garb
to frolic, roll and tumble;

Was this another world?

Do families still take meals together,
with all TV screens and games shut down, momentarily?
Is there sharing of the happenings of the day, of one and all?
Sadly, I would have to say,

” No, not ordinarily!”


June Kellum
June 12, 2005



I remember spending lots of time, looking at the clouds and picking wildflowers, when I was a child!

The photo is of my own kids-Tammy, Tina and Chris- in mid 1960s-in Miami, Florida

Watching Mr. Squirrel (Nature Poem)

( This is a little fun poem I wrote a few years ago. I have posted it before but I got some cute Pics recently of Mr.Squirrel, so here it is again! )

Watching Mr. Squirrel

At the first hint of chill of Autumn days
the pace accelerates, and he scurries, to and fro.
Gathering seeds and nuts to hide in secret places,
that only he, alone, can know…
long before the winter snow!
He must know of the old adage,
(Of not putting all your eggs in one basket)
as he follows this rule with his winter store of treats!
He digs holes among the roots of trees,
and more among the hedges, and behind the garden gate!
This ritual, he does repeat!
So...when the snows of winter come,
so snug, I know, he’ll be;
in his nest- high in the tree!
He'll venture out just long enough ,
retrieving treats he’s storing now
from hiding places,
unknown by all…
except for him-
and –ME!

June Kellum
Oct. 2003

Junie

Poem: Trees

This is a poem I have always liked a lot ...

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By
Joyce Kilmer~ 1886–1918



Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.



~~~I LOVE it!~~~


Junie

Poem: Of Butterflies

Of Butterflies

I venture out for photo shots
of butterflies. (sometimes, for hours.)
They so enchant, with their gossamer wings,
flitting there, among the flowers.

The colors range from soft to bold.
Some showy as a fine spring day!
Other’s beauty, understated,
still, frilly as a fine crochet.

Some are swift, not pausing long,
to sample blooms along the way.
Others linger, just hanging there,
as if their beauty’s on display.

I stand poised, in wonderment,
and reach to touch that softness there.
The contact slight, but oh, so real!
And know the feel of angel hair!


June Kellum
July 2005