April 25th, 2009


National Poetry Month continues

I've spent the last 24 hours pretty much out of it with a stomach virus, so I missed posting yesterday's poem. Here it is.

This is the grave of Mike O'Day
Who died maintaining his right of way.
His right was clear and his will was strong,
But he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong.


And, for TODAY


In that new house across the road,
The shades are up, the grass is mowed.
Which seems to prove somebody new
Has come to live. I wonder who?
I hope they've got a boy like me,
Who likes to wade and climb a tree.
I'll show him all the things we do:
The meadow-fence where we climb through,
And where we built a dam one day,
And where the small quick-minnows play.
And where we hike the old mill wall
(And how to step and not to fall.)

If it's a girl ----!
Oh well, we might
Play hide and seek
If she's alright.

~Barbara A. Jones