Long Chipmunks Poems
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Northern Hemisphere bound, up past the equator
Sun rising, blue skies and temperatures getting greater
Away from the stalemate of winter tide
Springing and scampering forth untied
Fresh exuberance in the air
Beautiful bodies moving everywhere
Blues and Reds just a flappin' and a chirpin'
Children laughing, playing, and slirpin'
Verdures greening with life
Man relinquishing all artificial strife
Beautiful butterflies, black and yellow
Sipping on lemonade and feeling quite mellow
Ahhhhhhh!
Chipmunks and squirrels sprightly moving in search of food
Energy, so much energy got me in a salubrious mood
I’m thankful for the whispering winds and the gentle rain
And the absent sun on dark days, knowing it will be out again
The moonlit skies at night with twinkling stars shining bright
The change of the seasons and all its festive and seasonal sights
The birds who visit and sing their sweet morning melodies
Goldfinches, blue-jays, cardinals and feisty chickadees
Their daily return to feed and build nests nearby in the trees
And watching their entertaining antics as they frolic and tease
Spring blooms that I anticipate and wait for to reappear
In bright colors and scents that bring delight and cheer
The chipmunks and squirrels in my yard scurrying about
with their sputtering, chirping, and barking spouts
The fresh winter snow that cleanses and brightens the ground
and the magical moments of watching the snowflakes come down
When the air warms and crocuses and daffodils emerge through the snow
And the return of Spring when nature rejoices and puts on a beautiful show
Grandma’s house is gone, part of my childhood too
Leaving only memories and a sense of feeling blue
Progress can’t replace the happiness and joy
That dwelt inside my heart when I was a little boy
Coal stove in the kitchen, keeping the farmhouse warm
Grandma’s arthritis forecasting a pending storm
At night you could hear the crickets and smell the fresh stacked hay
Hear the trucks out on the highway though they were a few miles away
There were grapevines in the back with grapes that tasted so good
And a shed across the front yard, on the side some fire wood
Chipmunks came up on the porch and ate peanuts out of my hand
Grandma’s house was special, the best place in the land
There was no running water, outside we had a well
Grandma’s vegetable soup gave the house a special smell
We had large family gatherings each and every Fourth of July
And all the love and laughter that heaven could supply
I went hiking with my brothers until day turned into night
With potatoes in the campfire, The farmhouse still in sight
Life was so much simpler then, a better way of life it seems
Grandma’s house is gone now, but never from my dreams.
I'll be turning 68 this spring
and still looking for a health-wealthy home.
This feels remarkably like a younger traveler's game,
with less capital-acquisition baggage
and toxic furniture
and uncooperative tools.
Embarrassing
for an ecotherapist
to be so Earth-habitat unrooted.
Not to indulge in self-shaming,
yet my youngest son,
dependent on EarthTribe to support him
because of physical and verbal dysfunction,
is especially threatened
by Dad's disability
to seek deep and wide root systems
of more cooperative affiliation
with natural and spiritual neighbors.
My support system
continues with good faith feedback
that every competitive win/lose challenge
represents opportunities to win/win learn
and doing so keeps us feeling young,
flexible,
even springy,
optimistic.
I wonder how much older I would feel
if I had never left my family farm birthplace
in Michigan
where this nomad epic wandering
was first inspired
to run into young adulthood
on my own two strong legs
and back
and more orthodox egocentric mind.
Now more imaginatively stimulated
by heretical thoughts of a well-cushioned rocker
next to a comforting timeless fire,
surrounded by neighbors,
people
and birds,
squirrels
and rabbits,
chipmunks
and woodchucks,
fox
and shy coyotes,
wild turkeys
and horses
and cattle,
sheep
and goats,
mother trees
and lilac bushes,
a blue lake
and a green alpine mountain,
a shade speckled rocky river...
And still I search
for compassionate companions
on this daily revolving journey
through Earth's nutrition nurturing seasons
active and dormant,
light with rain and snow,
sometimes feeling far too fast
and sometimes anciently slow...
And still we search,
my son and I,
for yet another right place to go.
A low sun that’s still fighting through the trees,
light wisps of vapor above dew-slicked grass,
hangs for a moment, the light cuts through fast,
so quick I wonder, did I even see?
Yes, there is still haze amongst quiet trees.
A small and scared rabbit scampers on past,
his peaceful breakfast was not meant to last,
my blunt approach made the cute critter flee.
There are few enough who are awake now,
it’s a silence that I’ve come to value,
only the high chirping of some bird sound,
the squeaking of chipmunks hugging the ground,
and chittering squirrels, far more than a few,
a short requiem only morning allows.
Look there ahead
The quiet of the forest
That was there before us
In God Honor
You shall prosper
Awake all good which has slept
Each step you are blessed
Do not despair
Our Lord is there
Our God did intrust
Holy Spirit within us
Among the chipmunks
Skipping across each trunk
The animals shall say hi
As they watch you pass on by
Your heart of God eye was seen
My little Evergreen
God owl kept watch by day
Upon the forest you prayed
Each crystal of ice
Whispered something nice
Nourish the ground
With the beauty you have found
Blessed each tree
With the love kept within thee
Our King Jesus arrived
God spirit did rise
He awoke and viewed
Our energy renewed
Peace within thee
Our Holy Mother agreed
Hearts through invisible cloak
To our Lord she spoke
Divinely protected
Jesus resurrected
As the sun danced upon the water
She called to the Father
Shine light within their souls
God has made you whole
Old Time Rock and Roll
Just imagine this:
Old time rock and roll
This music makes me whole
Like in the days of old
Love that in my soul
Tom Crew loves to rock,
To old casetts he really bops
He dances in his socks
It's really not a shock
Old time rock and roll
This fills Alf's body and soul
Like in the days of old
He loves that rock and roll
Bob Seger soothes my soul
With his old-time rock and roll
YouTube was his greatest gold
He loves that old time rock and roll
Alvin and The Chipmunks
rock, they're dance is the tops,
When it comes, to the gold.
They love to, rock and roll
Love that rock and roll
Old time music fills my soul
Like in the days of old
Love that rock and roll
(This idea came to me after hearing Bob Seger(Hadn't hear in a long time) again. Went to
YouTube and found some of his songs "Old Time Rock and Roll " being one of them. I
wanted to put it in some kind of form so everyone could be reminded of him.)
The forests deep, the forests dark,
with mysteries that stir the heart;
the forests tall, the forests proud,
with birds that chirp and twitter loud;
the forests leaves, the forests lush,
small chipmunks scurry in the brush;
the forests far, the forests near,
conceal the owl, bobcat, dear
the forests thick, the forests gray,
make hunters work to find their prey;
the forests calm, the forests clime,
brings peace to a stressed human mind;
the forests dim, the forests damp,
haven for those who love to tramp;
the forests old, the forests vast,
hide ruin from our human past;
the forests new, the forests bright,
give us our wood, paper to write;
the forests nice, the forests cruel,
only the strong will pass this school.
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My perennial garden is peaceful and tranquil
A timeless place of beauty where calmness will instill
Vibrant blooms emanate sweet and savory scents
No fake or synthetic wafts among the floral presents
Birds flutter and dip in the rustic metal bird baths
While chipmunks nibble and play along their tiny paths
Swirling garden spinners whisper in the light breeze
An illusion of flying spindles, adds a whimsical tease
The solar fountain is a balance of sounds and silence
As water trickles and flows and provides some reliance
Bees and dragonflies hover and then stop to take a drink
As butterflies flutter in vibrant wings of purple and pink
Asiatic lilies open their bright orange petals of luck
Their beauty instills feelings of awe and wonder struck
Hummingbirds often visit the garden to stop and sip
Delicately feeding on phlox while wings flutter and zip
My perennial garden is a sacred and treasured place
Where nature is welcomed to visit and take up space
Sun slowly dipping in an autumn sky;
the wind's blowing and the pine boughs tossing.
From their warm, peaceful beds the meek and shy,
walk down to the river; and the crossing.
To the fields above, and forage a meal;
prance in the meadows; eyes and ears alert
Hear Blue Jay's calling an alarm with zeal.
Twilight now as fast waters in concert.
Squirrels and chipmunks have gone to their beds.
Barn Owls soaring upon whispering wings.
Night animals stir, sleepiness now shed.
Walk in the water, hear the crickets sing.
Return from the fields to sleep for the day
Now at dawn they cross in the crispy haze.