Sugarbush
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Now we know how it feels to be
Living inside a still snow globe
With trees wearing snow like a thick robe
The winds blowing flakes all glittery
Surrounded by snow suddenly.
Snow settles in on trails knee deep
Making them soft, even the steep
The snow begins to settle down
The wind blows and shakes it around
Inside we make memories to keep.
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(A Decima Poem)
Whiteface
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Friends and family, destination Whiteface
For an extended adventure weekend
Squeezed in a glass gondola we ascend
Then we descend on boards and skis with grace
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Between snow and board Julie found space
Frozen faces, tired legs, hours we spend
Yard sales, bumps, winds, and laughs we descend.
At the summit looks like another place.
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Despite the noise from the front of the car
We made it down the longest eastern blue
And had a delicious locker room lunch
From open to close we really rode far
We had so much fun the time really flew
It was a great day with a great bunch.
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(A Petrarchan Sonnet)
Urban Education
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Black and white standing on the corner
I’m waiting for the traffic to stop
He rushes in way against the light
I’m still waiting for the traffic to stop.
Street-smart, city-wise he is on his way
I’m still waiting for the traffic to stop.
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(A Throwback Poem)
(A Free verse poem)
Natural Beauty
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Lovely are the lines of existence
Whether from smiles, days in the sun,
Laughing, old age, worries or nonsense
Like those carved into rocks over eons
About how they’ll form we are in suspense
Physical proof of a life well lived
Of old age they may be evidence
But can be confirmation of fun
Wear them like a badge of confidence
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(A Magic 9 Poem)
Place to Find Peace
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When I am discontent
I find I can become content
Upon entering a tent.
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(A Diminishing Verse Poem)
Change is on the way
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Skunk cabbage! The first sign that spring
Is just a few sunsets away,
It’s mottled flowers reminding
To set the clocks forward timing
Transition to new kinds of play.
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Near time to stow board and bindings
Pull tent and bike from where they stay
Prepare for warm weather hiking.
Don’t yet put snow gear in hiding
Maybe we’ll still have a snow day.
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(A Copla Real Poem)
Winter Hike
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Went for a short winter wander
The empty trails make me ponder
Why aren’t folks outside
Exploring wide-eyed
Countryside
And yonder?
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(A Clogyrnach Poem)
Sharing Knowledge
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Humbled to be asked to speak
Though I’m kind of nervous, eek!
Hoping my talk doesn’t wreak,
that it doesn’t sound like Greek,
their interests are piqued,
and my lecture is unique.
A harsh critique stings to hear
there are always things to tweak.
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(A Cyrch A Chwta Poem)
Blue
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To find it in a flower is rare
It’s used to describe old ladies’ hair
Also the Delaware and Delftware
It comes up when discussing despair
Cobalt, azure, cerulean, navy
We gaze at the sky and find it there.
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(Hir a Thoddaid Poem)
In Memory of Grandma
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Grandma liked men best, flirting without shame
Talking to each one as if he’s her next flame
Grandma liked cowboys in really tight jeans
In each rodeo she found the man of her dreams.
She read romance novels from cover to cover
As soon as one’s finished she picked up another.
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She had a sly smile that went up on one side
And a sense of humor she tried to hide
But one look at the comics she taped to her fridge
Told you a lot about the humor she hid
Sending us cards for every special occasion
With neat handwriting in green felt-tipped pen
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Grandma had a magical green thumb
Just name a plant, she could grow every one
Enormous Christmas cactus, blooming bright red
African violets with special lights overhead
Strawberries and veggies she didn’t even eat
For any plant, grandma’s house couldn’t be beat.
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More than just plants, she raised a strong daughter too
Who always does the right thing to do
Who’s caring and thoughtful and kind to all creatures
Who’s influence from grandma is more than her features
Though we will miss grandma, her legacy lives on
In the caring strength and beauty of our mom.
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(Throwback Poem)
(An Elegy Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 