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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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Even in the storm

we dance –

on parched toes

we leap and twirl

our thirsty land

beneath the tumble

of a sky

that holds its breath . . .

then exhales inabluster.

Whirling through

the rising roar,

we raise our eyes

to slanted rain

then gambol high

across the hills

into the wind

above the trees

to thank the bow

that arcs

between the clouds.

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(c) 2000, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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(children’s poem, written 1965 – companion to “Voice of the Rain”)

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I’m here again birds,

climb my back for a ride,

I’ll teach you to dance

as we swoop and we glide.

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Now I’m off to the trees,

hello, hear me wail!

I’ll make your leaves tremble

by wagging my tail.

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I’ll bring you rare seeds

that blossom and flower

and leave you enjoying

a gentle spring shower

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Ahoy, blow me down,

your boat is too slow

but I’ll rub your sail

and help you to go.

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Now run and find shelter,

I’m in from the sea,

spinning and dizzy,

my eye cannot see.

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Goodbye, I must go now,

some sand dunes need changing,

and lo! There’s some dust

that needs rearranging.

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(c) 1965  Betty Hayes Albright

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Without Roots

(Re-posting from August – revised)

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South winds

(c) B. Albright 2011

push the great fir

to mortal degree,

its many arms thrashing

in dark circles,

its body twisted in deep groan.

And I would be that bird

 perched white at the top;

 I’d play the storm

 swaying in brave arcs

 without roots.

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(c) 1995, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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She becomes the street,

the rain-polished gleam

of high wet shadows,

of tall crows in bare trees.

Cupping her hands

she gathers up the storm

and drinks.

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(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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Pieces

(re-post)

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When you raise your hands

they’re filled with wind –

     I fly!

Lightning unchains your feet,

you beat thunder

from your chest –

     I dance!

There are no clouds

in your eyes

but they are not rainless –

     I bow.

Birds plant seeds

in your footprints,

I watch them grow

into trees

that walk away

and back again.

They weave a sky

 of bark and green

and sun,

and in the puzzle of light

I see your face.

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(c) 1995, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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Pieces


When you raise your hands

they’re filled with wind –

     I fly!

Lightning unchains your feet,

you beat thunder

from your chest –

     I dance!

There are no clouds

in your eyes

but they are not rainless –

     I bow.

Birds plant seeds

in your footprints,

watch them grow

into trees

that walk away

and back again.

They weave a sky

 of bark and green

and sun,

and in the puzzle of light

I see your face.

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(c) 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright

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