VERSES AND VERSES KEEP COMING UP
It is that time of year. The blooms are just beautiful again.
CROCUS
Peeking through the fallen snow,
Crocuses are starting to grow.
Flower heads of blue and yellow
Give a lift to this old fellow.
Winter, long, with cold and sleet,
Made for wet and chilly feet.
But now the crocuses are coming strong,
The wait for Spring will not be long.
Very soon green will appear,
Bringing us a lot of cheer.
In April's warmth, there'll be no dearth,
Of other flowers on this earth.
But for now I'll enjoy the hours
Gazing at the crocus flowers.
I wrote this a couple of years ago. We had had a long cold winter followed by a rapid warmup in February and then a lot of snow in early March. Just as the last of the snows were melting, there appeared the crocus flowers pushing their way right through the snow. The vibrant blues and yellows sitting on top of the snow made you want to get out and enjoy the warm southern winds that were blowing in.
And here's one about an old fellow I knew as a kid. He passed away in the 1950's, a bent frail old man, but he kept up his pattern right up until his death.
DOCK
Frail and old and crippled and bent,
He walks down the road each day at ten.
Summer and winter and fall and spring
He walks to the store and back again,
No matter what the weather may bring.
He carries with him rocks and a cane,
Rocks for the dogs and the cane for his pain.
The dogs have learned they have to steer clear,
For he throws a rock straight as a spear,
And none of them want to get hit again.
He doesn't need groceries from the store
But he goes there each day to try to learn more
Of what's going on in the neighborhood.
Especially to learn about the good
People he knew in days of yore.
Once he's spent an hour or more
With the folks down there at the store,
Learning all the latest news,
About who's doing what with who,
He buys a paper and heads out the door.
He makes a few stops along the way--
Watching old Jim baling hay;
Or Harry cleaning up his yard'
Maybe Bill working on his car,
Then ambles on home to spend the day.
We've all come to depend on Dock.
He's just as good as any clock.
He goes by each morning at ten
And then, at noon, he's back again.
The dogs still don't like those rocks.
And why not a song of pain to finish it off--
ANGUISH
Sittin' home thinkin'
Won't go out drinkin'
Kids are all sleepin'
Dawn comes acreepin'
Bad things you done
Broke up our home
Out with the wild crowd
Out where the music's loud
Dancin' with men
Same old thing again
Don't know what to do
Still in love with you
Life was grand
When I was your man
Can't take it anymore
Want to walk out that door
Can't do that,
There's the kids
God, what made you
Do what you did?
I'll be here
'Cause I'm their Dad
Won't tell them
How you're bad
'Cause they love their Mom, that's true
Just as much as I love you.
Enough for today. Later.
CROCUS
Peeking through the fallen snow,
Crocuses are starting to grow.
Flower heads of blue and yellow
Give a lift to this old fellow.
Winter, long, with cold and sleet,
Made for wet and chilly feet.
But now the crocuses are coming strong,
The wait for Spring will not be long.
Very soon green will appear,
Bringing us a lot of cheer.
In April's warmth, there'll be no dearth,
Of other flowers on this earth.
But for now I'll enjoy the hours
Gazing at the crocus flowers.
I wrote this a couple of years ago. We had had a long cold winter followed by a rapid warmup in February and then a lot of snow in early March. Just as the last of the snows were melting, there appeared the crocus flowers pushing their way right through the snow. The vibrant blues and yellows sitting on top of the snow made you want to get out and enjoy the warm southern winds that were blowing in.
And here's one about an old fellow I knew as a kid. He passed away in the 1950's, a bent frail old man, but he kept up his pattern right up until his death.
DOCK
Frail and old and crippled and bent,
He walks down the road each day at ten.
Summer and winter and fall and spring
He walks to the store and back again,
No matter what the weather may bring.
He carries with him rocks and a cane,
Rocks for the dogs and the cane for his pain.
The dogs have learned they have to steer clear,
For he throws a rock straight as a spear,
And none of them want to get hit again.
He doesn't need groceries from the store
But he goes there each day to try to learn more
Of what's going on in the neighborhood.
Especially to learn about the good
People he knew in days of yore.
Once he's spent an hour or more
With the folks down there at the store,
Learning all the latest news,
About who's doing what with who,
He buys a paper and heads out the door.
He makes a few stops along the way--
Watching old Jim baling hay;
Or Harry cleaning up his yard'
Maybe Bill working on his car,
Then ambles on home to spend the day.
We've all come to depend on Dock.
He's just as good as any clock.
He goes by each morning at ten
And then, at noon, he's back again.
The dogs still don't like those rocks.
And why not a song of pain to finish it off--
ANGUISH
Sittin' home thinkin'
Won't go out drinkin'
Kids are all sleepin'
Dawn comes acreepin'
Bad things you done
Broke up our home
Out with the wild crowd
Out where the music's loud
Dancin' with men
Same old thing again
Don't know what to do
Still in love with you
Life was grand
When I was your man
Can't take it anymore
Want to walk out that door
Can't do that,
There's the kids
God, what made you
Do what you did?
I'll be here
'Cause I'm their Dad
Won't tell them
How you're bad
'Cause they love their Mom, that's true
Just as much as I love you.
Enough for today. Later.
posted by tanstaafl | 6:53 AM
4 Comments:
my crocuses are prettier than yours are.........nah nah nah nah nah!!!!
Dock was my favorite of this group...it reminded me of one of our neighbors we had when we first moved here. He was an old man, and friendly as could be. Actually, if I recall right, he was the first person here in the neighborhood to even speak to me. Every morning he walked to the edge of the road in front of our house and just watched our dogs, smiling. He had alzheimers, and died about 9 years ago...but his wife always told us whenever we'd meet outside how much he loved just standing out there watching our dogs.
She passed away, too, last year, so there is finally a new family in their house, but as the older folks have died off and their children have sold the houses, or rented them out, people just don't seem to know one another anymore, or want to, for that matter. But I'll never forget that man. I could count on him being there every morning, and got into the habit of having my coffee on the porch while he was alive so that I could walk down and talk to him for a bit.
I really enjoyed that poem. A lot. Thanks for posting it, and I hope you are doing well. Have a wonderful Easter, too! I've had that ham on my mind all week, lol.
Yah, but I wrote a pretty poem about mine, to remind me as the years go by.
yeah but I took pretty pictures of mine, to have as the years go by......
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