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My Childhood Home
My lovely childhood home, I miss it so...
built Eighteen Eighty-Six, so long ago.
Three floors, all rooms with mantled fireplaces;
carved woodwork, archways, spindled winding stair;
cathedral ceilings, sparkling chandelier
in dining room enjoyed on holidays.
Third floor not used but built with parkay floors
and doors that opened to small balconies.
Off the front door, a porch wrapped 'round two sides...
was like a fairy tale when I was young.
Such lovely grounds; garage with two horse stalls
and covered sleigh with velvet seats of red.
White gravel paths with gardens either side;
the rolling lawn, majestic tall pine trees
and rippling stony brook below the hill.
My childhood home fulfilled my childhood dreams–
so happy there with my dear family.
Until I married, it was home to me.
And since home now is not too far from it–
I often pass the site of my old house.
On left, before I pass under the bridge
that sprawls across the Hudson River now–
the empty view brings sadness to my heart.
To build that bridge they tore my old home down–
the only house to make this sacrifice–
The vision of my childhood home is gone.
As I ride by I feel them wave to me...
the ghosts of past, and my dear family.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Enchanted House
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 05/23/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: A Child's First Home
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Judged: 10/17/2015
Note: Newburgh-Beacon Bridge was completed and opened in November 1963
New York State claimed our home via eminent domain and purchased it in 1960
Let me get out of New York
Bags are packed
Deportation fact
It’s time to leave
People of New York, don’t be deceived
I stood for come and all
It now is no more
Leaving the New York City shore
Enough is enough for sure
Getting out while I can
If I was deported, I would probably be sent to France
Fat chance
Hudson River is my escape to my own new world
History was
The Statue that was of the people
Constitution said
Fulfilled for years
Bags, we got a journey
The statue will now be cut down to a skeleton
Quickly leaving town
People beware
Embrace one another with care
It’s freedom for me
I can’t wait and see
Run Ms. Liberty Run.
I hear it from across my river view-
the echoed horn of Metro-North's rail train.
At early dawn, I sit and wonder who
is going to the City to sustain
essential duties- heroes so humane-
those doctors, nurses, aides, to lend support,
along with first responders who deport
to hospitals where Covid patients bide.
There- they at risk help stay day's death report;
own fearfulness of sickness override.
April 9, 2020
~HM~
Contest: Brian's Choice 5
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 05/08/2020
Note:
Metro-North trains go through the Hudson Valley
along the Hudson River to Grand Central Station in
New York City. Because of the Coronavirus, they
run on a limited schedule for essential employees
who work and are needed in the Metropolitan area.
You strolled into view, then
Paused facing spot of solitude, of
Therapy and grace i always knew
I was only watching Sabbath's simmering sun, when
You stared intently, then climbed the mound I sat upon
Simmering before the Hudson River.
My bike and I had had our fill
Daylight warmth and Summer views had me lingering still, with
Books, snack, courteous breeze ...
Summer after Summer I'd known such tease
Was it "My Tribute" song you heard?
Spring rain does bring blossoming treats
You appeared stating this:
"I just thought I'd come to see why you look so happy."
You had no clue the New Year was yet new, when
I stood and watched not far from where I sat,
Red heart, blue star, yellow smile on helium balloons
Traversing wings of breeze with prayer I penned, and
In zenith of Summer, your presence I saw, like
Metamorphosis. You lingered and spoke as though you cared.
Soon, with ease you fulfilled promises, then the engagement.
I love the way you floated inside my mind
You ousted the Ex who had been unking
You showed me love spelled forever, and
Held me in splendor of your warmth that December
You made my coziness cozier,
You showed me true meaning of together
Now you're my Gulf breeze, strumming my chimes.
*
“Here I can spend hours to unwind and renew-
with nature's blue sky, rolling hills, river view”.
__By Poet
From my backyard, I love our river views,
where the Hudson River meets each season's sky
of gray clouds, snow blizzards, or sunny blues.
The river's mood can switch as days roll by,
from rippling waves of grays topped with frothy tips,
to the calm of a pond's reflective eye.
Day and night, they pass- the barges, cargo ships
chug on from North to South and back again,
while private boats sail round and return to slips.
But best of all are each new day's windowpane
that frames the morning sun's majestic rise,
while fiery glows paint both sky and river plain.
These lovely views bring nature to my eyes-
and too, at times, a huge rainbow surprise!
— — — — — —
A walk through the old town
and a girl on the street near the stone bridge.
Brown eyes with withered memory
covered the crying soul,
which wiped the sand of the past from the shoes.
Heart oppressed by the coldness of the mountain
overhanging the walnut crown.
The Tao of Time pushes the heartless crowd,
which tears the curds and stains your dress.
Where did you lose your dream, Emily?
And how did your joy break on the cobblestones?
*
Your way into the unknown within yourself
is a walk by the lake of secrets.
An ordinary autumn day when you borrow a new dream from fingers in your hair.
A Kiss by the old tower
where the chains of the past rattle.
Illusionist from Hudson River,
binds your heart carefully while you watch how,
with his bare hands,
unlocks the chest of secrets.
*
Kisses for the body and words
which I write on your stomach and chest.
Thoughtful over the verses of the prayer
by the light of a cigarette
at night you read the symbols on my skin.
Fingers around the waist,
they take off the longing bright moonlight
while white light is approaching
over the surface of dark water
and climbs onto our table full of fate cards.
*
A hug in the middle of the room
and trembling of the body tinged with fear.
A nest full of silence
delivers chest pain.
The stars are whispering from the heavens
soothing plan for the days to come.
Just lean back and listen to what your heart tells you,
that’s the dream looking for you, Emily.
— — —# — — —
"Lake Tear in the Clouds" was an indescribably pretty scene
Lewis Pugh hiked in the rain; clouds lifted, he felt serene.
He dove in, swam through hemlock, maple, ash and birch
An adventure starting in nature's wooden church.
Vanderwhacker Mountain, Bad Luck Pond and "Flowed Land"
Through turbulent "Opalescent River", hand over hand
He saw beavers, osprey, an eagle in the sky
Just 300 miles to go, an experience you can't buy.
The tides reach Troy and pure fresh waters cease
So Lewis often swam at night, in quiet and in peace
He would do the backstroke to gaze at the Milky Way
Sometimes the romance of night surpassed that of the day.
A blue moon was rising, the river bathed in light,
The dark waters glowed beneath the stars of night.
Past the Catskills the sun rose, and he was still on a roll
He looked east at Poet's Walk where writers used to stroll.
He passed 200 feet under the Walkway that once was used for rail:
The longest footbridge in the world, and it connects to a long bike Trail
Then Breakneck Ridge, named when a bull fell off the wall
He passed the Croton River, where Paddleboarders try not to fall.
He passed the little park where I often take my mom
People sit there on lawn chairs, tranquil and calm
Past the Palisade cliffs, and the cycling road below
Past the north end of Manhattan and the Spuyten Duyvil flow.
Past the Cloisters with its Unicorns and medieval art
Past the place where Dad first stayed, ambition in his heart
Lewis joined the Hudson's legends, and he made a lasting mark
When he climbed soaking but happy, at the end, at Battery Park.
City dwellers may take the river as a backdrop, mundane, just a given
Some people live walled-in lives, it might be better to be driven
Henry Hudson found here "as pleasant a land as one can explore"
Try looking at the familiar with new eyes, let’s go down to the shore.
Sing this to the tune of
"We Shall Overcome:"
We're all over-heat-ed
We're all over-heat-ed
We're all over-heat-ed
Today - ay - ay
Oh, oh, take a step back
Cut America some slack
'Cos we're all over-heat-ed
Today
We're so over-sensitive
We're so over-sensitive
We're so over-sensitive
Right now - ow - ow
C'mon and take a deep breath
We're way out of our depth
'Cos we're so over-sensitive
Right now
We've got to right our ship
We've got to right our ship
We've got to right our ship
OK - ay - ay
Because if we dare to blink
Lady Liberty may well sink
And drown in Hudson River
Bay - ay - ay
Can we all unite
Can we all unite
Can we all unite
Today - ay - ay
Oh, oh, deep in my heart
I'd like to believe
that we can all unite
Today
Last night, Lisa, Peter, Leeza and I were in her father’s 50th floor study watching New York City. It’s a corner room with glass walls from floor to ceiling. He likes to watch the city himself and has a small, 5 seat sectional couch facing the view.
The left wall window looks across Hell’s Kitchen to exactly where Sully Sullenberger crash landed flight 1549 in the Hudson river (it was 3:31 pm and no one was home). The right window overlooks Central Park and Upper Manhattan. Lincoln Center, almost dead center of the corner, looks like part of a toy train-set.
The view is a wheeling, ever changing and mesmerizing panorama. Well lit ships, barges and boats move glacially against the ink black Hudson. Jets in expressway-like holding patterns (Newark Liberty, and Teterboro airports left window - LaGuardia, right window) blink, like waving angels, helicopters buzz below like insects and the traffic, far, far below, forms a living chain of red and white lights which can erupt with nugatory hues of police blue at any moment.
While we watch, we’re playing a game of “Would you rather.” It’s a game of situational trade-offs, like “Would you rather listen to the same 10 songs forever or have to watch the same 5 movies forever? Of course, most people say the movies - because they last longer and there would be fewer repeats.
We take turns asking these critical questions - pausing, occasionally, to point out things below.
“Would you rather be in a crowded elevator with a bunch of noisy high school students or pinned in with a bunch of judgemental, middle aged men? The girls chose the students, even though high schoolers can be mean. Peter chose to be with the men.
“Would you rather find your true love or a suitcase with 5 million dollars?” We all chose love.
“Would you rather hike or camp?” Both were unpopular if they involved going to the bathroom outside - which creeps the girls out.
“Would you rather give up your computers or your pets (forever)?” THAT was a stressful one.
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My movies: Clueless, Rushmore, Moonstruck, Shakespeare in love, Dr. Zhivago
Here, in the heart of New York
locked within the concrete maze
of buildings, avenues and taxis,
I hear the perpetual cacophony
of noises echoing all around me.
Looking up, a taste of freedom
Freedom from the masses that
move relentlessly along the streets.
Hints of greenery peak out along
the sides and edges of the rooftops.
Man made gardens are up there,
hidden among the water towers
built up around the chimneys
A retreat from the insanity
of the city.
By day, sitting up high on a
New York rooftop, listening to
the rat-a-tat blasts of road workers
or the loud shouts and horns
I am grateful to sit quietly
by myself, in a temporary oasis
from the madness.
By night, the coveted New York
rooftop becomes a sky lit wonder
My eyes gaze at patterns of lights
outlining and tracing the bridges
lighting up with color the great
Empire State Building, known
by sight throughout the world.
Triumphant displays of lights
can be see from One World Trade Center
and a host of lesser lights
shine brightly on that
famous skyline.
Oh, to escape to the haven of a
New York rooftop. Of all the sights
to be seen in this mighty city of
cities, nothing quite compares
to being on an ordinary rooftop.
Looking out, I can see downtown,
uptown, midtown, the East River
and the Hudson river.
It is a quite a marvel to stand
and gaze out from a lowly
rooftop in New York.
2015