The moon is full
And oh so bright
And much to my
Supreme delight
The lake is calm
And oh so still
A perfect night
For a rare thrill
The temperature’s warm
No wind whatsoever
And so my hubby
Who’s oh so clever
Suggested we paddle
Out in our canoe
To look at the moon
And enjoy the view
Ducks paddle with us
The loons are calling
For extra magic
Some stars are falling
Paddling by moonlight
What a pleasure
Nights like this
I really do treasure
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Life in a Vermont shack
Has all kinds of charm
So imagine my chagrin
When the goldfinch came to harm
He flew into my porch
Yesterday at dawn
And plop, down he fell
Right onto the lawn
So still he was
I thought he had died
Oh, I can’t stand it!
To hubby I cried
But when I kneeled down
To lament his demise
Goldfinch looked up at me
And blinked his little eyes
I gently propped him up
On his little bird feet
But he fell over again
On his little bird seat
He didn’t look injured
His wings seemed intact
And he wasn’t bleeding
As a matter of fact
His beak looked okay
Eventually he stood upright
He held still for so long
I was really uptight
But then he started
Looking around
And ruffled his feathers
At each little sound
I wish I took his picture
But I worried he was dying
So happy was I
When he finally went flying!
I saw him light
On a nearby maple
So there’s the happy ending
To this hair-raising fable
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Close to last revision
Is now underway
Then my beta readers
Will get a say
About what should go
And what should stay
What to keep
Or take away
Hopefully for most
They’ll say a “Yay”
But I count on them
To offer some “Nays”
I’ll take it back
And on those sections play
Looking forward
To that day
When UNBELIEVABLE is done
And then I will say
Zippity doo-da
Hip, hip, hooray!
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For Hubby’s birthday–
He’s turning fifty
I had an idea
I thought kind of nifty
Fifty gifts for him
Given in three days
As we near the end
It’s kind of a haze
His mother is here
And has helped quite a bit
She contributed several
All were a hit
His brothers sent
A nice bottle of wine
My contributions
Weren’t nearly so fine
Some friends and the cat
Got in on the plans
Hubby has lots
Of generous fans
Décor for the garden
And also a teapot
Stuff for the kitchen
Was featured a lot
Most gifts were cheap
And many were silly
But most were of use
Since Hubby hates frilly
If he hits one hundred
Will I try this again?
Oh, sure why not?
Cuz we’re truly insane
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Visiting a hospital
Isn’t conducive
To writing dumb poetry
The rhyming’s elusive
And so I’ll bow out
With this poem inconclusive
And hope you’ll forgive me
For being obtusive
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Quintessential
Is a big word
For a silly poem
You might think it absurd
But Vermont has so many
Of these everywhere
Quintessential says it
It’s really quite fair
Covered bridges span
Rivers, brooks, and streams
Yes, of these things
The state really teams
To visit a few
We took a long drive
In this land where
Covered bridges thrive
Cows, farms, and woods
Down dirt roads we raced
To get to each bridge
To see where they’re placed
Of course we got lost
That was part of the vision
Of our covered bridges
Motor tour mission
But as these photos attest
We found quite a few
The most fun part of all
Is when you drive through
Wood planks above, below
Sound of water rushing under
Like much of Vermont
It fills me with wonder
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Arlene, who is
A summertime friend
Reads my bad poems
From beginning to end
Every Sunday she says
Need it or not
She opens my blog
To see what I’ve got
Mom-in-law has
This bad habit, too
Her Sunday isn’t over
Completed, or through
Until she has read
The poem I have written
Of the insanity bug
She must have been bitten
And of my Twitter buddies
Ian comes to mind
He reads my poems weekly
Lest he fall behind
Twitter buddy
And author to boot
Pam say she finds
My poetry a hoot
For a bad poetry fix
These kind people know
That my silly blog
Is the place to go
Are there more of you?
I ponder, I wonder
Who tune in weekly
For my new poetic blunder?
If so, please tell me
Please fill me in
And some extra stanzas
Next week I might spin
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Every year
I dig in the dirt
I wear old jeans
And a raggedy shirt
With enough water
This I do know
The flowers will bloom
The garden will grow
As much as the plants
I like other stuff
And of pretty rocks
I can’t get enough
Some folks like snowmen
But that’s not for me
I build rock people
As you can see
They stand in my garden
They like it a lot
And last time I counted
Fifteen I have got
Some are big
Some are small
Some are short
And some are tall
They offer some whimsy
To my garden décor
Visitors laugh at them
They’re a big hit, for sure
With a bad storm
They can tumble down
But of this hazard
They never do frown
Unlike Humpty Dumpty
Rock people are resilient
I re-build and re-balance
If I do say so—brilliant!
So this here is my
Garden population
I really do like
My rock people nation
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Every year
When I come back
To my Vermont
Summer shack
I know the ducks
Have survived
Because their ducklings
Have arrived
After mama
They follow along
On the lake
Where we all belong
But this year,
What a shock!
Nary a duckling
Near my dock
Have they found
A better lake?
That’s impossible
For goodness sake!
Maybe a late spring
Caused a duck dearth
And we must wait longer
For ducklings’ birth
Whatever the cause
I keep waiting and hoping
I don my binoculars
To do some lake scoping
Maybe this week
They’ll finally appear
But no ducks thus far
Is really quite queer
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When we get to Vermont
The first thing we do
Is put in our dock
And when we are through
We find the paddles
And hop in the canoe
When we get to Vermont
It’s usually late May
Although I’m a Vermonter
What can I say?
I don’t like cold weather
So until spring I’m away
When we get to Vermont
We sweep out the shack
Scare away the mice
And tell them we’re back
We buy a few groceries
And then we unpack
When we get to Vermont
The lake is unfrozen
A better spot for our shack
We could not have chosen
Got frolicking to do
So this poem I’m closin’
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