The bare granite hill, worn down each day,
I climb halfway and call your name.
A sound rings loud, echoing near,
Yet only silence fills my ear.
The hot wind halts, the sky stands bare,
Yet stillness meets me, cold and rare.
The valley knows the sound of stone chippers,
Knows your laughter sweet and melodious,
Now the stones, though worn and wise,
Keep your voice in mute disguise.
I wait, I listen—time stands thin,
Yet no reply will call me in.
Some echoes fade, some never start,
And some are swallowed by the heart.
Categories:
chippers, love,
Form: Free verse
There once was upon a time
Stories written out of rhyme
Swirling yellow rows of bricks
Munchkins Witches playing tricks
House that fell in lady slippers
Hit the bricks cracks and chippers
Celebration follow the road
Starts the skip for this ode
Never seen me I was there
I'm the guy that does repair
All those scratches kept it yellow
Fix the road I'm the fellow
On the four way intersection
Found you there your direction
Only problem straw hair oil
Picked it up with Toto coil
Raked up leaves soft and floppy
While you slept among the poppy
Road to city gloss and shiny
That's my shift only tiny
Asked the Oz to help today
Sent on road now it's grey
Watch yourself on this trip
Road less travelled not much grip
By the way they took my cart
Need to get back where I start
I'll stick around until you're done
Ruby slippers should be fun
Categories:
chippers, flower, fun, humor, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
They are in the wind
The twinkling of the leaves
The tittering of the locusts
The chippers of the crickets.
The silence of the mushrooms, and the beauty of the moss.
They make themselves known to us, as children when we cannot yet talk.
When we get older and stop believing, they come to us in fairy tales.
We do not understand or see their realness any more,
Convinced by adults that we made them up.
It is difficult to stop believing
In faeries who have our back, and always did.
But society dictates that we do, and so we try.
Categories:
chippers, children, fairy, faith,
Form: Free verse