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I can remember when I was small,

bees weren’t anything special at all.

Now, a bee flitters from bush to tree.

Ev’ry one calls it an oddity.

My garden gate is broken.

All its pieces have grown old.

It’s been standing there for years and years –

out in the rain and cold.

My gate will soon be mended —

fixed with parts restored or new.

And again the gate swings open

‘cause it always welcomes you.

I’d like to write pithy and pertinent Odes

to illumine life’s richest episodes.

Alas, despite my lofty wishes

I find I focus on doing the dishes.

My pretty pink primrose has unfurled her leaves.

She’s stretching her face to  the sun.

When my pretty pink primrose

wakes up from her rest,

I know Spring’s offi’shly begun!

It’s a moisty day in Ev’rett.

Heavy clouds are laying low.

Raindrops drizzle on the window.

Wind chill feels like it could snow.

My yard is spiked with color.

It’s pretty as it can be.

The rabbits missed some tulips.

 They left some here for me!

I’m sending you a rainbow day.

I’m sending sun-lit skies.

I’m sending joy and happiness. 

You’ll feel in Paradise!

I was standing in the Wal Mart self-check line.

Minding my business. Feeling fine.

When a check-out clerk accosted me.

She wanted to see some State ID.

I just looked blank. And I asked her why?

And didn’t pull my wallet out to comply.

She pointed.  “Right there, by your hand.

You’ve picked up items that are contraband.

In your shopping, you’ve chosen stuff

that you just can’t buy till you’re old enough.”

“What use is  Rain-X ‘cept cleaning glass?

Do kids get high on Sharpies in class?”

She shrugged, but didn’t explain to me.

She said:  “It’s Wal Mart’s policy.”

She looked at my hair, all snowy white, and said,

I guess it will be all right.”

So I took my stuff, went through the door,

and scratched my head as I left the store.

There’s a moral here that I don’t see.

The world is plain confusing to me.

I’m sending blessings to the world. 

I’m sending them to you.

I pray today that you’ll be blessed

in all you say and do.

I pray today kind, gentle words

will pass your loving lips

and ev’ry thing your hands do touch

will bless your fingertips.

Sun beats on the graveyard.

Gentle breezes blow.

We pass by aging grave stones

as we look for ones we know.

Bird calls twitter through the air

to bright the soft spring day.

These people came before us.

Long ago and far away.