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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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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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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Trying to rhyme
But driven to distraction
By all the Puerto Rican
Birds in full action
No bird book with me
But I’ll try to tackle
More than just these
Antillean grackles
Several shorebirds
Tend to be white
The egrets I can
Identify by sight
But two other white birds
One is much smaller
And the other white one
Is bigger and taller
The mourning doves
Like it here, too
I didn’t expect them
But have seen quite a few
Pelicans coast by
The biggest in size
In fact, they’re so huge
They get my size prize
A big grey guy hopped past
The hotel room last night
Alas, I could not
Name him by sight
A pair of green parrot things
And I do mean bright green
I’ll look them up later
To know what I’ve seen
The Baltimore oriole
Was a long way from home
I suppose in the winter
Southward they roam?
And terns of some sort
I think that’s what I saw
Several little chicks
With their paw and their maw
Binoculars and bird book
I’ll remember next time
Cuz all these Puerto Rican birds
Have been downright sublime
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Of spring flowers
I love the most
Are the ones
As white as ghosts
Daffodils pop up
So bright and cheering
Their yellows and golds
Tell me spring is nearing
And tulips vivid
In colors like red
I like seeing them
In long flowing beds
Azaleas bloom
In purples and pinks
But the white are the nicest
That’s what me thinks
And set underneath
Some dogwoods in bloom
Makes my heart go
Pitter-patter, ka-boom
Springtime white flowers
So downright ethereal
Thank you for giving me
This week’s poetry material
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She does not like it
Betty the cat
When I go away
And she’s babysat
She hisses and fights
And puts up a stink
This cat hates me is what
These poor people think
They feed her and tell her
All kinds of nice stuff
But whatever they do
It is never enough
Betty prefers that I
Stay put at home
I hear she’s a pill
When from home I roam
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I asked what my poem
Should be on today
And Hubby had this
About that to say
Our indoor garden
Is growing quite well
The cacti especially
Are doing most swell
We have several choices
All rather small
My goal is to get one
That’s bigger and tall
Their shapes and their spikes
All look so funny
They prefer the west windows
Where it’s brightest and sunny
I like all the pricklies
That say Do Not Touch
An occasional watering
They don’t ask for much
This little guy
Is putting out shoots
I assume he is happy
Way down to his roots
Oh yes, our cacti
We like quite a lots
And so we give them
Our prettiest pots
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I went to the shoe store
For gold pointy-toed
But something far different
Was to me sold
For a wedding next month
I wanted something formal
And instead ended up
With practical and normal
Gold pointy-toed
Seems not the current style
But in what I did buy
I’ll walk mile after mile
My old walking shoes
Have seen lots of wear
And so I was ready
To get a new pair
But shoes for this wedding?
My quest must continue
And here concludes the poem
Of my latest shopping issue
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