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Poems & photos: Day Dreams, or Twelve Years Old

May 1, 2016 | Birthday,Family,Forest City,Photography,Poetry,Twins

hollyhock

My baby girls recently turned 12, so I took some license, replacing “ten” with “twelve.”

DAY DREAMS, OR (TWELVE) YEARS OLD
I measured myself by the wall in the garden;
The hollyhocks blossomed far over my head.
Oh, when I can touch with the tips of my fingers
The highest green bud, with its lining of red,

I shall not be a child any more, but a woman.
Dear hollyhock blossoms, how glad I shall be!
I wish they would hurry – the years that are coming,
And bring the bright days that I dream of to me!

Oh, when I am grown, I shall know all my lessons,
There’s so much to learn when one’s only just (twelve)! –
I shall be very rich, very handsome, and stately,
And good, too, — of course, — ’twill be easier then!

There’ll be many to love me, and nothing to vex me,
No knots in my sewing; no crusts to my bread.
My days will go by like the days in a story,
The sweetest and gladdest that ever was read.

And then I shall come out some day to the garden
(For this little corner must always be mine);
I shall wear a white gown all embroidered with silver,
That trails in the grass with a rustle and shine.

And, meeting some child here at play in the sunshine,
With gracious hands laid on her head, I shall say,
“I measured myself by these hollyhock blossoms
When I was no taller than you, dear, one day!”

She will smile in my face as I stoop low to kiss her,
And – Hark! They are calling me in to my tea!
O blossoms, I wish that the slow years would hurry!
When, when will they bring all I dream of to me?

—Margaret Johnson

PHOTO: Hollyhock near Forest City, Iowa © DMBR

Posted by Becky @ 11:27 am | Comments  

Poems & photos: One Heart

April 19, 2016 | Forest City,Iowa,Photography,Poetry

birdsflying

ONE HEART
Look at the birds. Even flying
is born

out of nothing. The first sky
is inside you, open

at either end of day.
The work of wings

was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.

Li-Young Lee

PHOTO: Grackles flying over trees near Forest City, Iowa © DMBR

Posted by Becky @ 12:20 pm | Comments  

Spring!

March 17, 2012 | Forest City,Iowa,Spring

Top o’ the spring day mornin’ to ya!

Posted by Becky @ 9:44 am | 2 Comments  

Litterbug, litterbug fly away home …

September 11, 2011 | Forest City,Iowa

… take all your trash with you and leave us alone.

Otherwise? I’ll find out where you live and dump all my garbage in your front lawn.

I’ve written about this before (two years ago to the day). I really don’t get it. An entire bag of fast-food trash? Really? I’m sure you’re “this” close to home. Why can’t you just hang on to it until you get there and put it in your own trash can? “Litterbug” is actually too nice a word. I prefer “litterpig” or “litterjerkhole.” Just stop throwing trash out your window. Please?

Posted by Becky @ 6:00 am | 4 Comments  

Though I’ve got to say goodbye to the summer …

September 10, 2011 | Forest City,Iowa,Summer

… I’ll send my love to it every day in a letter, sealed with a kiss.

Sigh. No, I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.

Posted by Becky @ 3:32 pm | 4 Comments  


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