Archive for August, 2008



Great golden and bald eagles

Soar and dip and glide

I envy them such freedom

To travel far and wide


I think it must exhilarate

When on a downward swing

To caress the mighty treetops

With the touch of a wing


Then go soaring to the glory

Of cerulean sky

To catch the thermal up-drafts

As scenes go passing by


How great to view the landscape

Away from all the crowds

Where all that’s seen is beauty

Down beneath the clouds


Oh, I’d love to soar like they do

And glide with wings spread wide

Surveying beauty spread below

In our great countryside


2/19/95            Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck


4’th … Indiana NPD 1995

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The laughter of a little child

Timid creatures of the wild

Lilac scent on wafting breeze

And summer shade beneath the trees


A lonesome whistle in the night

From some big train way out of sight

Bright butterflies and lady-bugs

And joy felt from children’s hugs


Birds in all their feathery hues

And poems derived from poignant muse

The gurgling sound of running streams

And magic cast by gold moonbeams


Rainbows after a summer storm

Flower’s beauty as they take form

America’s flag waving on high.

A gentle breeze that seems to sigh.


Rain that cools the heat away

Watching kittens as they play

Frost fronds on my window panes

Long inviting country lanes


Beautiful leaves that drop in fall

So many things, but best of all

A family to love, as they love me

And God, who gave my Soul to me



7/12/99      Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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To my love



When morning breaks and I awake

To face the world anew,

I wish that I might sleep again

And once more dream of you.


7/12/00     Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Grandma’s Silver Hair



Can I brush your silver hair, Gram?

It looks so soft and fine.

And as I plait your silver braid,

With love I will entwine.


Will my hair be so pretty, Gram,

When I reach sixty-eight?

I hope it shines like yours does now

I think your hair looks great.


My Child, I’d trade these silver strands

For your bright golden locks,

If I could have your youthful zest

And turn back all the clocks.


And yet, my Dear, if that were so,

There’d be no precious child

To brush my lengthy shiny hair,

Then, child and Grandma smiled.


She passed the brush to youthful hands,

Unpinned her long cascade.

She felt love flowing through the brush —

That touch, a serenade.


They treasure this sweet moment,

For it will add a page

To memory’s book that years provide

From youth to golden age.


8/2/90         Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck        


1’st … PAW (in Pa) 1991

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The Ballad of Little Nell



Hear my voice upon the wind

Crying, sighing without end

Mother, Father, find me please

Where I lie beneath the trees


I chased a rabbit while at play

And then somehow I lost my way

Panic filled my heart with fear

I called to you, you did not hear


The night got dark; I could not see

And snow swirled down and covered me

I shivered long, my tears then froze

Feeling left my hands and toes


I called once more, and then I slept

Along my body death then crept

And then I heard an angel sing

My soul arose beneath her wing


Out in the woods there lies a mound

Waiting there where I’ll be found

The snow will melt some sunny day

You’ll find the child that lost her way


Please take me home and bury me

Beneath our weeping willow tree

Plant some flowers near my head

To mark the spot where I lie dead


Mother, Father, find me, please

Where I lie beneath the trees

Still my voice upon the wind

So my saga sees an end


7/15/99      Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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       TONI’S ROOM


Toni lost an old friend today

            But you may not think so

For it was just a willow tree

            With branches hanging low

The many limbs, so thick with leaves

            Were long and touched the grass

They formed a great big nature room

            With their huge shapely mass

To her, it was a special tree

            It was her hideaway

A castle, when she willed it so

            Her playhouse, every day

It had what looked like eyes to her

            Where branches were removed

It even wore a smiling mouth

            A boy’s sharp knife had grooved

So she talked to the willow tree

            As if it were a friend

She’s just a lonesome little girl

            And she loves to pretend

Whatever her moods might have been

            The tree room shared them all

For many hours were spent within

            From early spring to fall

And even in the winter months

            Into the room she’d go

Then it became her big igloo

            With branches wearing snow

Today there was an awful storm

            And lightning killed the tree

She wept in sadness at its death

            And then she said to me

I’m going to plant a tree someday

            And when it’s fully grown

There’ll be a nice big nature room

            For a child of my own

And I will share some memories

            In the shade of that tree

To tell her of the room I had

            And what it meant



3/17/89             Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck


Judge’s Special Mention … PAW (in Pa) 1991

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