Happy St. Patrick’s Day

A tulip popped out of the ground. 
It made sure no one was around. 
It took off its shirt.
Which fell in the dirt. 
It turned red without making a sound. 


I had a wooden shoe. 
It was quite new. 
I put it on my feet.
They felt really neat.
How they both fit in, I haven't a clue.


Red is a colour I like.
It is the colour of my new bike.
I rode it to the bar.
Thought it would be safer than driving my car. 
Now, onward home, I hike.

There was a hat on my head 
Last night, when I went to bed. 
My husband laughed. 
He thought me daft.
Now, there is a pot on his head.

Someone Cried Today….

A Caterpillar, a Cocoon, a Butterfly. We are always surprised by what we find inside.

I made a person cry today.

She was a lady of an age that I once used to be.

Her circumstances, though, just a little bit different.

She was standing on the corner of a street.

The light turned red.

So my car came to a stop.

Her face was really sad.

Her clothes, dirty and worn.

Her expression told me that she was not expecting anything from the gray-haired lady who had pulled up alongside her.

I opened my purse.

I pulled out a bill.

She accepted the money and said,’Thanks, and God Bless.’

I told her to take care of herself, as she began to cry.

The light turned green.

A tear rolled down my face.

And my car rolled away.

Be kind to someone today.

We are all butterflies.

Shadows on the Forest Floor

Shadows on the forest floor.

Frogs on the porch.

Snowflakes fall softly in the meadow.

A spotted salamander,

Slinks slyly,

Under the kitchen door.

Icicles

Icicles 
Popsicles

Sunflowers 
and roses

Water painting 
The river
is frozen.

Starlight
and candlelight
Ice in the summer.

Wanting,
waiting,
and watching
in wonder.

Popsicles 
Pickles
People in poses.

The Polar Bear’s Story

Have You Any News of the Iceburg
by Les Barker

On a cold rainy night on a Liverpool quayside 
In the year before the Great War
The crowd was in shock at the loss of Titanic;
So proud had they been the day before.

Relatives gathered for news of their loved ones,
To read through the list of the dead,
When into the throng came a sad-eyed old polar bear
And to the clerk at the counter, he 
said

Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.

My wife and my children were coming from Greenland 
To be by my side in the zoo;
Belinda's my wife, and the eldest's is called Bernard,
And Billy, well he's only two.


I know on the ship there were hundreds of people 
And I know the iceburg's not yours...
The polar bear's eyes held the start of his teardrops 
And he covered his face with his paws.


Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.


It's been over a year since I last saw my children.
I left home to build my career;
I've worked very hard; I'm a star in the circus;
It's all been for nothing, I fear.

That's my face on the poster; we're in town this week;
My children were meeting me here.
Everyone watched as he struggled to speak,
As his paw brushed away one more tear.


Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have  you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.

By now all the people had gathered beside him;
His grief was one they could share.
The people around him, in silence and sadness,
Listened to the sad polar bear.

I wanted my children to see me performing
And Belinda, she would have been proud;
At last lost for words, and his tears flowing freely,
The question was asked of the crowd.


Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.

Life is a Stage…..

Life, it is a stage. 
Sweetheart, it's not always true.
Sometimes, just look like you.

A Canadian Winter

As the cold wind blows,
it freezes your nose. 

Eye lashes freeze,
with a light breeze.

The layers keep you warm,
as you walk through the storm.

Of a cold,Canadian winter.

A snowflake dances,
as Jack Frost prances.

Painting the autumn grasses 
white.

Everything, 
sparkles and
twinkles.

And a dog's face,
smiles!

The Fearless Chick-a-Dee

A chick-a-dee

lands

On an out stretched

hand.

Confident,

Bold,

Self assured.

A human friend

Among the flock.

In a treetop,

down on the

ground.

It peeks,

and it peeks,

at the seeds,

inside.

A suspended

perch,

above

the ground.

Dew drops, and Rain Drops

Raindrops,
like dew drops,
glitter
on the ground.

They sparkle
and
they shimmer.

They don't make a sound.

Water for spiders,
for bugs,
and for flies.

For beetles, 
for slugs,
and bees
near their hives.

Gathered like lace,
their patterns 
sublime.

Beautifully placed
in the swirling 
abyss
of time.

Water….

water ebbs
water flows
over fingers
over toes

it washes your face
it cleanses your soul
leaving a trace
making you whole

it swims through your mind
it tickles your feet
it makes you smile
at those you meet

I love it
as water
I love it
as ice

water
it waters the world
making 
everything right