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     SENSING BEAUTY

 

As morning shows her golden face

After late evening showers

I watch the busy hummingbirds

Dining on my flowers

 

Squirrels are eating sunflower seeds

I scattered on the lawn

But take time out to play a bit

Then, up a tree and gone

 

Two lively sibling rabbits

Enjoy a game of chase

The squirrels are back, and two join in

Challenging a race

 

Chipmunks share the scattered seed

And hurry underground

Then come right back for more of same

And pouch each seed that’s found

  

The birds are singing melodies

Led by a mockingbird

His concert is magnificent

A treat that must be heard

 

Leafy trees cast patterned lace

That filigrees my lawn

They offer birds construction sites

Until the season’s gone

 

Flowering bushes here and there

Join fragrant garden blooms

And kiss the air with heady scents

As nature’s own perfume

 

I’m blessed to sense such beauty

And such tranquility

I can’t think of another place

That I would rather be

 

5/27/96     Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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NATURE AS IT USED TO BE

 

There used to be a tapestry

Of nature’s verdant artistry

A hill where trees and wildlife grew

But now it’s gone from scenic view

Replaced by station and a shed

Both, painted blue and garish red

Like bleeding wounds upon the earth

Replacing years of ancient birth

 

No treetops where a breeze can sigh

In tender leafy lullaby

That cast their shadows down below

In summer’s rain and winter’s snow

No fingered roots to run down deep

Entwining willows that would weep

Embracing those of elm and spruce

And those with fruits once ripe with juice

 

No lovely blossoms, pink and white

Emitting fragrance day and night

Where bees paid visit in the spring

With busy wings that seemed to sing

 

No place for birds to stop and perch

On nesting-trees, like oak and birch

Where butterflies were wont to rest

While on relentless nectar quest

No more birds of brilliant hue

That flashed their colors as they flew

No place for squirrels to race around

On branch and trunk, down to the ground

 

The grove is gone and can’t return

Tall trees and bushes – flower and fern

And soon all spots of earthly class

Will be replaced by steel and glass

If I could only have my way

Such spots would be designed to stay

So in the future you could see

Nature as it used to be

 

7/16/92           Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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