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I remember the cabin by the lake in the wood
and Grandma giving us buckets, telling us we should
walk up the creek to get some water from the stream.
Remembering it now is almost like a dream.
No electricity, no plumbing, no water at hand
but we thought it the prettiest place in the land.
In spring we got water not far from the door.
As summer progressed we had to walk a little more.
By August the spring barely flowed at all
so we'd follow the stream, though we were quite small.
Alone in the woods with a bucket each,
following that creek 'til a pool we'd reach.
Filling the buckets, then back down the hill.
This was our chore, I remember it still.
We'd pick wild flowers and try to catch frogs,
taking too long as we walked along logs.
Every morning two buckets of water we brought.
These were for drinking, lake water was not.
Lake water was boiled and used for cleaning up.
The only one who drank it was the cocker spaniel pup.
The stream was the run-off from melted snow.
Down the mountain it ran, to the lake below.
Fast and furious , the winter through
but gentle and quiet by summer it grew.
The cabins at the lake are updated now
with electricity and plumbing but I remember how
two eight year old girls went for water each day.
Their chore done before they headed off to play.
~~~Francine Roberts~~~
04/06/2011
for Constance's 'Write Me a rippling Stream'
contest
The kingdom of the spring has come at last
the earth is new, the flowers burst.
with noice and warmth and vivid strenght
young and reniewed are we again.
Listen how the dancing creek
calls his sister so tender and quick,
she is the river rushing wide and deep
swallowing him in her falls and depts.
Look at the trees covered with blossoms
so gently bowing in silent rhythm ,
dressed so nice with woderfull colours
they are so beautiful, so bright, and so real.
The meadows are awaken and full of desire
magical carpets are the endless fields.
every small bit of earth and stone are covered with
Beautiful green, so fresh and so sweet.
At early morning the tulips are so gracefull
bringing a toast with red chalises,
hyacinths – tender bell ringers look at them
and smile with warm joy.
The narcis is naugthy, he bows to the lilly.
she is so shy, so innocent,
poor little thing, poor tender lilly
is she beginig to cry and to wheep.
The magical singers have reapered.
the beautiful swallow, the sweet nighingale.
they have come from the far south.
and as always they are ready to sing.
The spring has brought the everlasting youth
changing everithing with magical speed.
with joyfull noice and vivid power.
i see again bright and woderfull world..
/"The kingdom of the sprig has come"/N.Georgieva
Form:
Water pool rippled as mountainous tears poured;
cascading rapids spray fallen boulder with foam.
Cleansing impurities that winter and spring stored;
refreshing mother’s evergreen menagerie home.
Cascading rapids spray fallen boulder with foam;
singing its babble, echoing against high rocky cliff.
Refreshing mother’s evergreen menagerie home,
with earthy rustic aroma in each new whiff.
Singing its babble, echoing against high rocky cliff;
surging under ferns of extended spindly blade.
With earthy rustic aroma in each new whiff;
presenting its wild fragrant outdoor glade.
Surging under ferns of extended spindly blade;
clear waters flow swift, sparkle in the sunlight ray.
Presenting its wild fragrant outdoor glade;
abundant in growth and a pure wildlife buffet.
Clear waters flow swift, sparkle in the sunlight ray;
cleansing impurities that winter and spring stored.
Abundant in growth and a pure wildlife buffet;
water pool rippled as mountainous tears poured.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
I am a grizzly bear in the depths of the earth, taking one last look at my forested
wonderland before I fall into a deep, dark slumber, safe and sound in the rocky cave that
encloses me into my bed of leaves. From the inside of my cave, the outside world looks like
a painters palette with its brilliant array of colors and shapes. As I look before me, I see a
changing world. As the leaves start to turn from green to red and orange, they dance a
ballet of the season then fall to Mother Earth as their resting place, where they too will sleep
until next spring. The castle wall of oak trees block my view of the trickling spring just
ahead. Before the spring appears, mossy green rocks are trying not to drown in the breath
taking view. I take one last look at this enchanting scenery and I pray that I will remember
my beautiful vision in my dreams.
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the original author. © Alisha Groves
Awake, awake my sleepy head,
You'll miss it all lying abed.
A new neighbor is moving in
To the place that's empty been.
I waved at her, she dared not speak
Or lose the straw clutched in her beak.
Come we will bring some yarn or twine
A welcoming gift for her to find.
The Ides of March have come and gone.
The days of spring are marching on.
Our winter guests are leaving too.
You must help me bid them fond adieu.
I saw them far up in the sky,
A flock of swan go flying by.
We earthbound creatures can but stare
And wish them safe to their somewhere.
We know not how they find their way,
Nor by whom guided back someday.
Beneath our feet, above our heads,
A lovely spring before us spreads.
Nature abounds, is waiting there
For we who see, for we who care,
Up and about, let's romp in the dew.
A wondrous morn is awaiting you.
Anything goes contest. won 3rd
Today I wake to see a lovely day,
Its beauty and its majesty unfurled.
I know that Heaven is more glorious
But Lord above, I truly love your world.
The fruiting trees, with their delightful gifts,
Enticing me to stay another day,
The gathered birds, preparing for a flight
Are more in touch than I am of the way
We are to live, aware of the earth's worth
And then move on to Heaven's grand array.
Is it such sin to long to linger here
When I remember how it is in May?
I would not leave when a new spring surrounds
Or when the summer breezes scent the air.
And in the fall, enthralling with its charms,
I can't conceive that Heaven is more fair.
When all the trees with winter's frost are pearled,
You promise spring is not too far away.
Though my own life is filled with some dark clouds,
I know tomorrow is another day.
Crows Caw
February 7, 9 2009
1234567
Crows in a row go
Caw caw caw caw caw caw caw
It’s spring it’s spring it’s spring it’s spring
It’s spring it’s spring it’s spring
Pay no attention to the snow on the ground
It’s 52 degrees - the sky’s all around
Watch as we fly up down, back and forth
We’re heading East West South and North
Caw caw caw caw caw caw caw
It’s spring it’s spring it’s spring it’s spring
It’s spring it’s spring it’s spring
We don’t care what the calendar has to say
Or Punxitawny Phil’s shadow on the 2nd day
Everyone knows February is the new March
Global warming has passed on the torch
1234567
Crows in a row go
Caw caw caw caw caw caw caw
It’s spring it’s spring it’s spring it’s spring
It’s spring it’s spring it’s spring”
Pay attention! Did I mention?
CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW
When I hear the tweets of songbirds at dawn
Nesting in the oak tree outside my door
I smile at the sun shining on my face
A red bird scours the brown grass
Blue birds skeeter on tree branches above
Squirrels run up treetops scampering nearby
There's more fun in spring than wintertime
Tree frogs start to sing songs of joy at night
Fireflies lit the darkness as they mate
When I hear spring back, summer is coming
Hot beaches call my name to the ocean
Hot sand between my toes makes me holler
As I run for the shorelines' cool water
I dance my jig retreating from high waves
That reached my tighs quickly pulling me in
When I hear tweets of songbirds at dawn
I warmly smile at yesteryear
Hoping for another day to make fun memories
By Barbara Washington 3/9/2012©
Birds of spring they
bring on so many things
sounds they send
to each other.
That only they
can understand
in their sweet
cheerful harmony.
Sweet smell in
the air this
beautiful April day,
listening to these creatures.
Taking in the warmth
of the sun that
is so overdue, blue
skies beauty to the eye.
Birds in flight
from one tree
to the other, getting
ready to produce life.
Cool breezes this
day so fine to hear
birds of spring echoing
music to my ear.
Birds of spring
to many to mention you all,
robbins, wrens, cardinals,
are a few I see, oh so beautiful,
to hear their chirping
wondering what they're saying
at this moment,
will sit here for awhile.
Sounds this day
so relaxing is it,
to listen to these
birds of spring.
wrote 4-3-07
The first day of spring arrived one week ago
Leaving winter behind like a shadow
Mornings after were filled with sunlight
Dancing daffodils and budding trees in highlight
But winter won’t give up the fight so easy
Weatherman calls for rain, it’s now freezing
As the spring rains first begin to flow
Prayers go out that there will be no snow
Forgetful of the most harsh winter days
We didn’t pray to miss the icy glaze
This morning in awe I stepped out to find
Winter has left one last mark for the time
Like beautiful crystal it hangs off the trees
Coating like glass all that one sees
It sparkles like firelight reflecting sun’s rays
This most wondrous icy wintry glaze
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend