May 28 , 2009

Mother Earth I’ve walked these sacred woodlands Which the proud Shawnee called home; Where water tumbles over polished rocks Into quiet pools with shimmering foam. I’ve heard the voice of the murmuring wind Blowing through the stately trees. It whispers a message from ages learned: “Embrace the land . . and love it please!” I’ve watched the hawk soar near the clouds And glide with the gentle breeze. It knows the lesson the Ancients told. “Care for the land ..protect it please!” I’ve felt the kiss of the morning mist That veils the sun-drenched sky. I’ve seen the ravage of this precious land, And I’ve heard Earth’s sobbing cry. Here lies a lesson we must learn To live by--like no other: This land, this Earth, is in our care: It gives us life… it is our Mother! Charles Clevenger New Boston, Ohio   ANTICIPATION Pussy willow catkins burst with pollen, crocuses splay tired petals to the sun, but demure daffodils— buds folded tightly withholding fragrance and flower— hesitate too long. Each morning I scour the landscape for that first golden trumpet heralding, “Spring has finally arrived.” Nancy Hampton Edgewood, KY   A Warm Spring Day There is an aroma filling the Spring air Lilacs are showing their Purple bloom Warm days see bees swarm to a hive Covering it until there is no more room As a Mother Robin flies up to her nest We can see she has a worm in her beak She is feeding her new born Robin birds We are tempted to have ourselves a peek A little bunny scampers across the lawn He might be looking for a patch of clover Across the street a boy plays with his dog He throws a stick and yells fetch it Rover Sights we can see on a warm Spring day Brings back memories of youth to the old Of children playing and having their fun Forgetting that not long ago it was cold Acie Workman Eden Park