Anyway, Kellie and I were walking in the city park at Salem early Saturday morning, and we both took a picture trying to capture the reflection of the trees in the water. She did a great job with hers. That is the picture you see either above or below. I can never quite tell where the picture is going to be in the blog.
It is Labor Day in the afternoon. I was thinking about taking a nap, but I decided that some of my readers may want something to read and think about. Well, here is poem that I originally wrote in 1983. A version of it is in The Purple and Blue Collection. I found a different version today. I did revise it a bit. The punctuation was terrible, and I changed maybe eight words to help the rhythm a bit. I guess I could not keep much of a beat when I was 17. Here, I thought all along that I was a great dancer back then. Enjoy!
Poetry
Originally written in 1983
As innocent as birds,
the robin or the sparrow
not unlike the river,
sometimes wide and elsewhere narrow,
Incapable of seeing,
its blunt dark eyes are blind,
sometimes it’s like a vegetable
Without a cynic’s mind.
It is sweet like sunshine
on golden buttered toast,
a tangy rack of ribs
Placed on the fire to roast;
A captivating montage
Of fruits and flowering trees
reminiscing through the mind
like a plummy summer breeze.
It does not shy from evil
And calls no act a sin,
except for shrouding beauty
Or the soul it lives within.
It puts the random world
In words pleasing to the ear.
Poetry speaks of life
And all that life holds dear.
