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From Childhood - 4 - Easter Morn

EASTER MORN WAKE UP! The bright white Easter morn Silent bells tolling invitation to the hunt The bowl of eggs are gone Table strewn with dyes And cottontails climb the walls Before my eyes One nest right in sight fuzzy spills its sides candy beans blue egg dried Oh to rise on feathery Sunday’s morn Break the colored shells Eat chicks before they’re born

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/1/2011 10:07:00 PM

This is an interesting one, Daver. And I can't believe I came right here and found one I had never seen just like that!! YOu really get into the whole easter egg scene with this one! Luv, Andrea

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/19/2010 7:24:00 AM

HOw fun the way you worded it, to eat chicks before they're born. I always preferred the candy variety! Let me find a few more poems of yours I have't seen yet. This one is great. OH, and about Captured. That one won me my first international sonnet contest last year: third place! I am happy you know what the moth's name was! LUv, Andrea

Corinne Curcio

Date: 2/21/2010 4:26:00 AM

:-D

Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/2/2010 11:28:00 AM

Remember those days with eggs and candy. It was fun, laughter, and dressy clothes. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 1/31/2010 4:39:00 PM

Used to really enjoy those Easter egg hunts, Daver. But the thought of eating "chicks before they're born" makes me a bit squeemish. Maybe that's why I take my eggs scrambled. You are giving us some excellent perspectives on childhood, my friend. Much love, Carolyn

Robert A. Dufresne

Date: 1/31/2010 3:34:00 PM

Ha ha, yessiree Daver..how inviting is that!? enjoyed it. Robert