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(For a future children’s book, maybe….)

 

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Dotty little lady bug,

I would give you such a hug

but if I hold you close to me

I’m afraid you’ll cease to be

so I shall place you on my finger,

maybe you won’t go, but linger

till a breeze lifts you away – 

another flower, another day.

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© 2013, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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(A re-post.  Photo from http://www.wallpaprest.com)

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(Just for fun 🙂 )

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Said Lightning to the thunder:

I am in charge of you!

You haven’t any color

but I’m electric blue.

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Said Thunder to the lightning:

I’m the one you hear.

You’re just a random fork of light

but I inspire fear.

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Said Lightning to the thunder:

I turn night into day,

I’ll wave my whip and sheet the sky

while you just roll away.

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Said Thunder to the lightning,

‘tis I that moves the air.

You’re just a ziggy-zaggy flash

but I give earth a scare.

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Said Lightning to the thunder:

watch me, I’ll make a flame

by striking every target

while your rumble has no aim.

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And from the ground rose Fire

writhing towards the sky:

I am master here now,

both of you can say goodbye.

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Then just in time came Rain, who cried:

this land is all my own.         

I’m putting out your careless fire

now go – leave Earth alone.

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And still they argued back and forth

till Wind came out to play.

He laughed and roared with wild delight

and blew the storm away.

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© 2013, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(re-posted from 2013 – a children’s poem, for grown-ups too.)

 

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(from 1993)

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When morning woke in silence

and you heard naught but a prayer,

when the earth was scented misty

came a tightness in the air.

And soon the winds were hammering

from sea and onto land

giving chase to charcoal rain

and knocking down what couldn’t stand

the battering and the beating

and the gusting of the gale

as steeples fell, and great old trees

splintered in its trail.

By evening the tempest waned…

the storm released the air…

and as darkness draped the silence

you could hear naught but a prayer.

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(c) 1993, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright

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(We’re in the midst of very stormy, roaring weather in the Pacific NW – hoping to get this posted before the power goes out.)

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Sleep interrupted –

someone’s knocking on the roof.

Crow comes for breakfast.

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Peace interrupted –

someone’s knocking on the door.

Flicker comes for lunch.

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© 2016 Betty Hayes Albright

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(Photos were taken in July.

They’re a bit fuzzy because they were taken through a window.

At least that’s my excuse this time. 🙂 )

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A children’s poem – written waaaaay back in high school.

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Rain says on the roof:

these are joy-tears I weep,

hush now, my patter

will sing you to sleep.

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Some days it shouts: Ha!

You’re all wet, April fool,

my friend it was warm out

but now you’ll be cool.

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And rain will play tricks

and fall in hard stones,

or crystals of whiteness

and silvery cones.

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And these say: Come play,

let me nip at your ear

until a warm day

makes me all disappear.

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(c) 1965, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright

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(A note to everyone living in the drought stricken areas of the country:  I hold you in my thoughts. It has been dry even here in the northwest, but not as devastating as those states to the south and southwest.  Wishing you all rain, and containment of the fires.)

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(written for my young sons in 1979)

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Children, lay your presents down,

come look and see what I just found –

a tree outside all flocked in snow

that doesn’t need a wire to glow;

playful squirrels – the romping kind

that you never have to wind.

A snowman’s outside every home,

not one is made of Styrofoam.

There’s peace and quiet for your heart

not found inside a shopping cart,

and living color in a smile

that’s brought to you without a dial. *

The wind is singing up the street

to rosy cheeks and dancing feet,

to easy laughter, mellow sighs,

whispering of the grand surprise

that comes on winter’s longest night –

the promise of returning Light.

So children, lay your presents down,

behold the gift that Love has found.

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© 1979, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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* Waaay back in the late 60’s and early 70’s, certain t.v. shows were “brought to you in living color” (as opposed to the more common black and white) – on televisions that still had dials. Funny – seems so antiquated now.

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Like those nesting dolls

in graduated sizes

my sons became

encased each year

inside of bigger boys.

Now grown and sealed

inside tall men

they’re unaware

I still see through

a mother’s eyes

to all those younger little boys

still playing deep inside.

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(c) 1992, 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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 The air is spinning!

Squadrons of maple-copters

take the fertile earth.

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(c) 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Image from morguephoto.com – free photos.)

 

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(a children’s poem)

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Daddy long-legs

on the ceiling,

can you know

how I’ve been feeling

as you lurk

above my head

while I lie

tucked in my bed?

Just keep in mind

my policy:

don’t spin

in my proximity!

Stay overhead

and you can be

guardian watching

over me.

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© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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Photo 10-8-2014 – apologies for the blurry photo again.

This little guy has been above the bed for a month now. Might have to name him.

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Photo: “Monarch In May” by Kenneth Dwain Harrelson

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(a children’s poem)

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Butterfly lands upon a mirror,

sees himself from front to rear,

hairy body, skinny legs,

“It seems I’m made of pegs and bags –

we butterflies are ugly things!”

Alas, he cannot see his wings,

how elegant he is from here

where we see him above the mirror –

so with his beauty still unknown

the monarch flies back to his throne.

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© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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