Climbing the Tree

Through the years this old apple tree has seen many children climb it's branches. This summer the boys figured out how to climb.
Some things just come naturally don't they?

Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
Trees

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Sweet Violets

SWEET VIOLETS

At my steps and in my soul
the sweet violets of early spring.
Nodding heads and waving hearts
in mass profusion what joy they bring.
---sigh---
Isn't that lovely? And Violet I do mean it.
But here's the dirt little Miss V.
consider well the source
Steer clear of the beds and borders

or your luck will run it's course.
Persnickety gardeners curse you
for your annual brigade.
You mind your P's and Q's
to make it in my shade.
---smile---

Come on now ...please be happy.

You have lots of room to roam.

We've known eachother all our lives.

You're welcome in my home.

- Elaine M. Vermette 2009

bet you didn't know I was a poet.....

T.C.B.
I stand at my closed window in quiet retreat,

(taking care of business)

Thankful for hot running water.

(Dirty glasses, forks and spoons)
Waiting patiently for the warm days and wild flowers,

(a stack of assorted dirty plates)

So I can throw open my window again.
(what the heLL was in this bowl?)

But take your sweet time February.

(that's what I get for hiding it in the fridge.)

I love you because you are today.

(water swirls down the drain glug, glug.)

And that is what I live for.

(pat my hands dry....sigh )

~Elaine Vermette 2009