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THERE IS NOTHING QUITE SO DREARY
Carol Ellis
There is nothing quite so dreary
As a day in February,
With the view from the window
Bleared by clouds and driving snow.
On a day that's damp and dreary,
There is nothing quite so cheery
As the hearth-fire brightly beckoning
Merrily crackling, welcoming
Us, the winter-weary
To safe harbor in its glow.
While the day becomes more bleary,
Love, come banish all that's dreary.
Let warmth from flames so cheery
Kindle passion's pleasant glow.
In the blush of fire's burning,
We'll dream of spring's returning,
Make plans for our tomorrows,
Shared in voices soft and low,
While our mood the embers echo,
Softly hissing in the snow.
THE WORLD HAS CHANGED
Herb Fisher
The world has changed
We are told since
September eleventh,
But are we convinced?
Disaster there has been
The world around,
Have we not seen, not known?
Even in our land it's found.
What will we do in the face of it?
That remains to be seen.
Whether we see enemies as sick,
Who must be brought to justice quick--
Or,
Whether we see it as war.
GOODBYE
Lucille Stanley
Oh, how I hate to tell you goodbye!
We have been together for so long,
But my body is full of infection,
So you must go.
I will tell you goodbye now
And brush you one more time
Before the dentist pulls you out.
Goodbye, Teeth!.
THE INVADERS
Herb Fisher
They look innocent enough flying through the air,
Dodging here and there as if playing tag
with the wind,
Often a few touching the ground in quiet beauty,
Or at other times blustery and bold as dust
in a blinding whirlwind
filling every
corner and crevasse.
A delight to the eye,
Joy to the skiers,
Concern for the
travelers,
Weary task for the shoveler,
Warm cover for animals large and small!
O 'tis the joyful gift of winter. Let it snow!
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WHAT IF?
Herbert Fisher
What
if there were two Tuesdays
In a week where there was only one?
And on that day wed never see the sun
Unless the clouds were peeled off
One by one to help us see the sun--
Oh what fun!
FITNESS AND WELLNESS
Barbara Gardner
Fitness and wellness are an attitude
Of giving oneself with love and gratitude
All the healthy things where possibly able
To set upon your life-long table.
Itıs easy to make excuses or platitudes
In the end, they are just bad attitudes.
I need the will to turn in flight
From all forbidden foods in sight.
To good-looking food, I often succumb
And afterwards feel really dumb.
And exercise? Well, I do too little--
The results can be seen around my middle.
Before it is for you too late,
Think of what you put on your plate.
Stop listening to all your lies--
Face the truth and exercise.
You can bike, swim, walk, or skate:
Your choice may well determine fate.
You may have no problems now,
And my advice may bring your scowl.
But thank God for you itıs not too late.
Exercise and eat right for your own sake.
If you do, you'll come to say,
"Healthier, happier, I'll live more days."
THE SUN'S RAYS
Herb Fisher
It slithers through|
Window curtains,
Dropping to the floor.
It plays across the carpet
And reflects on the walls.
Out there somewhere
A cloud overhead goes,
And all of a sudden
The rays seem to stop
As if some switch
Had turned them off.
And then soon again
It comes into the room|
And may stay all afternoon.
When the shadows fall
And the rays grow weak,
Then I invite them
Come on the morrow
Or come later
Before the weather turns bleak.
MYSTERY
Leila Sullivan
What is this thing I cannot find
that haunts my thoughts from time to time?
A fleeting glance, sometimes I see
a glimpse into eternity.
What is this world we're living in?
Where is it going? Where has it been?
Out of mist and vapor appeared land,
an Eden for a woman and man.
The serpent came and spoiled the day--
the ending of a perfect way.
LOOKING BACK
Tom Mansur
Comes the wind of winter,
he sits by the stove in the room's center.
Age straddles the old man's body,
in his hands a cup of steaming toddy.
His eyes staring out at the storm
see not winters cold but springs warm.
Friends long gone pass by--
they smile, wave, and say, "Hi."
Memories pass in review
like soldiers marching to war,
little glimpses of times past
not to come any more
Treasures not forgotten--
just put aside.
Tears flow down the old face
where memories reside.
He looks at memories once in awhile
as at an old favorite book.
Sometimes he comes face to face
with sadness when he looks. |
