MUST BE SPRING
Here are a couple that I wrote a few years ago-spring is the season. Must be the warm days we have had lately.
APRIL, 1962
Where are you going this warm spring day,
So fast you don't have time to see
The blooming flowers, the birds on the wing,
The waterfall flowing for you and me?
Is it really so needful you get there so soon
That you can't take a moment to look?
The beauty of nature is best seen first-hand,
Not as pictures in some dusty old book.
Just stop the car and get out and walk
Through the meadow and over to the trees.
There's flowers all over, with colors so pure.
Just don't get stung by the bees.
The winter is gone, with its' ice and snow
And the heat of summer is not here yet,
For now it is glorious springtime, and that's
About as good as it gets.
So take your time and look around,
The sun is high, the sky is blue,
Birds are singing, the grass is green,
And it's all there waiting for you.
07 Feb 2004
And one with a twist--
THE WISH
In the creek by the old oak tree,
Fish are waiting to be caught.
They jump and swim so merrily,
I'll take the new rod that I bought.
I'll take my set of waders, too.
They should work well in the creek.
The morning's crisp and spring is new,
Fishing should be at its' peak.
I'll take my bait, and also flies,
And hope to catch a great big bunch.
I'll clean them when I get back home
And serve them up for lunch.
Last night I dreamed of going fishing
Like I did in days of yore.
But I'll just have to lie here wishing
After losing both legs in that war.
29 Jan 2004
APRIL, 1962
Where are you going this warm spring day,
So fast you don't have time to see
The blooming flowers, the birds on the wing,
The waterfall flowing for you and me?
Is it really so needful you get there so soon
That you can't take a moment to look?
The beauty of nature is best seen first-hand,
Not as pictures in some dusty old book.
Just stop the car and get out and walk
Through the meadow and over to the trees.
There's flowers all over, with colors so pure.
Just don't get stung by the bees.
The winter is gone, with its' ice and snow
And the heat of summer is not here yet,
For now it is glorious springtime, and that's
About as good as it gets.
So take your time and look around,
The sun is high, the sky is blue,
Birds are singing, the grass is green,
And it's all there waiting for you.
07 Feb 2004
And one with a twist--
THE WISH
In the creek by the old oak tree,
Fish are waiting to be caught.
They jump and swim so merrily,
I'll take the new rod that I bought.
I'll take my set of waders, too.
They should work well in the creek.
The morning's crisp and spring is new,
Fishing should be at its' peak.
I'll take my bait, and also flies,
And hope to catch a great big bunch.
I'll clean them when I get back home
And serve them up for lunch.
Last night I dreamed of going fishing
Like I did in days of yore.
But I'll just have to lie here wishing
After losing both legs in that war.
29 Jan 2004
posted by tanstaafl | 6:51 AM
3 Comments:
That was a twist, alright. Ya had me there...I was ready for a fish to bite the fisherman or something like that, definitely not expecting a sad twist.
Nah nah nah nah nah nah---always leave 'em guessing! I put this one at the end of a series of 'happy' poems (which I thought were much better) and the only comments I got were those like "How sad."
I don't really look at it as a really sad poem, myself. At least the guy can still dream and his memories are good. Until he is forcibly reminded that this is a different world. But that doesn't stop him from dreaming again.
I'm probably going to take the weekend off. It is my birthday and I'm going to veg for a few days.
Well Happy Birthday! Enjoy your weekend.
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