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MY LEGACY

I have no wealth to leave behind
But I give to you, the best . . .
Magnificence of the richest kind
From God’s great treasure chest

There’s summer sunset’s splendor
As it paints the heavens red
There’s diamond spattered night skies
And rainbows overhead
There’s dandelions that scatter gold
Across earth’s counterpane
The rippling of a drowsy stream
Near winding country lane
The blessing of a cooling breeze
On scorching summer days
Moonbeams through one’s window panes
And morning’s warming rays
The forest’s cooling canopies
That shelter woodland floor
Embracing life that dwells within
And, yes, there’s plenty more

There’s sweet melodic lullabies
That come from feathered choirs
There’s plains, desserts, and valley floors
And lofty mountain spires
A flash of red against the snow
When cardinals wing on by
And sapphire hues the bluebird flaunts
Against a cirrus sky
The scent of lilac’s rich perfume
That floats upon the air
And the evening’s orchestrations
Of insects singing there
The petaled beauty of a rose
With rich satiny feel
Where lady-bugs and butterflies
Enjoy a nectared meal

These things are mine to treasure
As long as I shall live
Yet, they belong to everyone
So they’re not mine to give

11/26/97 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

6’th. … Ark. W C – 2001

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BEAUTY IN THE WILD

In the mountains and the meadows
There’s beauty to be seen,
And even in the fringe of woods
Bright colors mix with green.

There is lupine and arbutus
Growing near the trees,
With some yellow-centered daisies
Swaying in the breeze.

Abundant scarlet paintbrush,
Violets dressed in blue,
There’s columbine and trillium,
And coneflower’s purple hue.

Lilies curling petals down —
Their orange splashed everywhere.
Wisteria’s graceful tendrils
In the wood’s scented air.

Thistle and some goldenrod,
And lovely Queen Anne’s Lace —
At attention on the roadsides,
All waving with such grace.

Some shooting stars in dainty pink,
And morning-glory banks.
Tall sunflowers bowing heavy heads —
Now I bow mine in thanks.

8/18/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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BEAUTY IN THE WILD

In the mountains and the meadows
There’s beauty to be seen,
And even in the fringe of woods
Bright colors mix with green.

There is lupine and arbutus
Growing near the trees,
With some yellow-centered daisies
Swaying in the breeze.

Abundant scarlet paintbrush,
Violets dressed in blue,
There’s columbine and trillium,
And coneflower’s purple hue.

Lilies curling petals down —
Their orange splashed everywhere.
Wisteria’s graceful tendrils
In the wood’s scented air.

Thistle and some goldenrod,
And lovely Queen Anne’s Lace —
At attention on the roadsides,
All waving with such grace.

Some shooting stars in dainty pink,
And morning-glory banks.
Tall sunflowers bowing heavy heads —
Now I bow mine in thanks.

8/18/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Beauty when you fly

CAROLINA WREN

Little brown wren with beady eye
Is there any reason why
Your tiny tail points to the sky
You leave small stitch-marks in the snow
Flicking your tail when on the go
Are you trying to wave “hello”

You hop around my patio floor
Eating seeds placed by my door
As countless times you’ve done before
And all this time, your tail’s held high
Is that for balance when you fly
Or just for beauty when you’re neigh

Little brown bird with beady eye
I doubt there is a reason why
Your tiny tail points to the sky
It’s a family flag for birds like you
And not intended as a clue
It’s just what small wrens always do

3/27/01 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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June

HAIKU

My lawn’s white beauty

       a cottonwood’s drapery

              provides June “dress-up”

3/20/90 Phyllis VanVleck

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HER ESSENCE

After she was gone
I found scraps of paper
everywhere.
Each piece torn
from whatever was at hand
when thoughts possessed her mind,
or touched her heart.
Little reminders
jotted down when senses
stirred her to capture
a piece of beauty
or a fragment of emotion.
Words, phrases, ideas
upon which she would
later elaborate.
Drawing from those small
scraps, pages of stirring
discourse that could make
one lose himself
in laughter, or touch
one’s heart to tears.
Those bits of written
emotion reflect how she
found beauty in everything,
and she comes alive
in the words
she jotted down
Musing about their value,
I could not destroy them.

In my closet upon a shelf,
there is a candy box
that holds her essence.
It is full of life and love
recorded on scraps of paper,
reminding me of her.
She was a poem.

2/5/93 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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    POETRY IN MOTION

 

Describing a scene of beauty,                                        

With phrases and words on a pad,                                         

I brought the same to canvas,                         

Painted with colors I had.                               

 

My brush tipped  dazzling dew-drops

Catching the sun’s warm ray,                                            

On a flower’s satiny petals,                           

Before the drops melted away.                              

 

It unfolded a sleepy flower,                                

And a bumble-bee in flight.                           

It also painted the gauzy wings;

As the words in this poem might.                           

 

The colorful golden petals

Can almost emit a scent.

My brush made them so descriptive . . .

Just as this poem is meant.

 

Your mind can walk in a painting.

Its design is felt in your heart.

And poetry evokes emotions

As an art-form counterpart.

 

There’s flow and grace and beauty,

And those who observe, will find,

They’re the same in poem and painting,

When viewed with heart and mind.

 

8/19/04         Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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