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Ordinary people doing ordinary things.

Savoring the richness that plain “Ordinary” brings.

They’re going to coronate a king

with glitzy crowns and everything!

Oh, it will be a fancy show

with pomp and glitter, don’cha know?

Men with swords and fancy hats.

Dancing clowns and acrobats.

Grand parades and marching bands.

Little children holding hands.

Noisy drums and gongs that clang.

Fireworks bursting with a bang.

Stately carriage—prancing horse–

 velvet ropes to mark their course.

People lined up on the streets.

Vendors selling chips and sweets.

Ev’ry thing will be just grand.

They’ll  sing their anthem with the band!                                                             

The English sure can do it right!

They have it wrapped up nice and tight.

The cannons roar.  The bells all ring…

when England coronates its King!

My garden gate is mended.

I do hope you will come in.

I hope you’ll sit and stay awhile.

I hope you’ll be my friend.

May angels be with you today.

May angels walk beside you.

May they protect at ev’ry hand.

And comfort you.  And guide you.

The teacher speaks of History.

The dates remain a mystery.

In Botany, she speaks of herbs.

In English, conjugating verbs.

In Math, he wants an X amount

from numbers I can’t seem to count.

I wonder as the hours pass:

Today, will I be killed in class?

If I were a rabbit, I’d like this place.

I’d paste a smile on my bunny face.

I’d pick out a tulip or a daffodil

and I’d graze away till I had my fill.

Give yourself a gentle day.

Let your body rest.

Feel the gift of happiness.

Know that you are blessed.

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.