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Love after Love The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again … Continue reading →

Hug O’ War I will not play at tug o’ war. I’d rather play at hug o’ war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug. Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone … Continue reading →

hey friends – not sure what is going on with my posts and why the formatting is all mixed up  but I am working on correcting it and thank you for your patience.    

First Lesson Lie back, daughter, let your headbe tipped back in the cup of my hand.Gently, and I will hold you. Spread your arms wide, lie out on the streamand look high at the gulls. A dead-man’s-float is face down. … Continue reading →

Writesingtelldraw I’ve told you a hundred tall stories,I’ve sung you a thousand sweet songs,I’ve wrote you a million ridiculous rhymes(Though sometimes the grammar was wrong),I’ve drawn you a zillion pictures,So being as fair as can be,After all that I’ve writtensungtolddrawn … Continue reading →

Dream Variations To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree While night comes on gently, Dark like … Continue reading →

And a big Congratulations goes out to Heidi, winner of the first day Shel Silverstein quiz! Heidi answered correctly that the “Invitation” poem read by Miss Lorie in the Lunch Time Poetry series appeared in our celebrations in 2004 and … Continue reading →

Years From Now Although I cannot see your face As you flip these poems awhile, Somewhere from some far-off place I hear you laughing – and I smile. ~ Shel Silverstein

Spider A spider lives inside my head Who weaves a strange and wondrous web Of silken threads and silver strings To catch all sorts of flying things, Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles And specks of dried-up tears, … Continue reading →

Summer vacation Eight weeks of silent freedom September scares me ~ Shannon Proctor Got a whiff of dead skunk on the highway, Its aroma brought tears to my eyes, Nothing like daisies, hyacinths or roses, More like my dog’s dirty … Continue reading →