The Merman's Gift
She pressed a colored shell
Against her ear And heard
It whispering: Elizabeth.
Then, before her eyes,
The sky turned liquid green,
And swaying trees withdrew
In blurry forms;
Corals and sand dollars
Became scentless flowers.
Seaweed ribbons drifted
Cloud-like in the breezy
Currents that swirled about
Her lacy pinafore—
By which a merman pulled
Her into the deep.
The Naughty Step
The afternoon was wearing on
and Josh began to brood;
his parents learned not to engage
when he was in that mood.
He threw a truck and kicked some blocks.
When no one said a word,
dejected, then he turned around,
as mother overheard
his muttering and scolding, while
he pointed to the stair--
then promptly plopped himself right down,
concluding, with a glare.
So, when his self-appointed time
had quickly come to close;
he spoke some other garbled sounds,
and from the step arose.
The Powderham Sprite (click for Audio)
I sensed her by the fallow deer that fed
upon the oak leaves near the sea, and then
around the flooded estuary bed
where egrets hid between large willows. When
a heron waded through the narrow pond
and mingled with the geese, I almost saw
her cherry lips flash like a regal wand,
or damselfly, who quietly withdraws
when humans catch a glimpse. I know she’s here
to gather peacock butterflies and shells
until thin moonbeams slowly draw her near,
and ghostly forms ring silent vesper bells.
Abbie, Across the Sea
Across the sea! Across the sea!
An English garden grows,
With violets and daffodils,
'round little Abbie-rose.
In coldest winter we arrive,
The bleakest time of year.
Each tiny bud is fast asleep,
But not our Abbie dear.
She's bright and happy, and her face
Is blooming, full of smiles.
She grows up sweeter every year--
She’s worth the countless miles.
Across the sea! Across the sea!
December clouds above;
We're off to greet our Abbie-rose,
That little girl we love.
Mother's Prayer
You rocked me when I was a babe
And kept me from all harm;
Now, may our Father cradle you
In His protective arm.
How often you have held my hand
And taught me what was right--
May Father take you on His path,
Toward eternal light.
And mother, as your soothing voice
Would help my heart to mend--
May Father comfort you each day
And bless you to all end.
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