Posted in Nature, Poetry, Rhyming, tagged artists, farmland, hills, Indiana, poems magic, ponds, streams on Friday,November 27, 2009| Leave a Comment »
INDIANA
Indiana – – land of long lazy streams,
Placid ponds, and undulating green hills.
Land of desires and land of fertile dreams.
Home of covered bridges and old grist mills;
Farmland stretching ahead for bountied miles.
A rich source for artistry, poems and themes,
With nature shamelessly plying her wiles .
Indiana, your magic can’t be wrong —
My heart sings of your beauty in your song
8/16/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
(A Rainis Sonnet … ugh)
Posted in Animals, ecology, Nature, Poetry, tagged blossoms, larks, perfumes, spring, streams, tulips on Friday,September 19, 2008| 2 Comments »
A SEASON EXPLODING IN BEAUTY
Spring, painting
the landscape in flamboyant colors.
Intoxicating the air
with her wafting perfumes.
Larks flute golden love songs,
while feathered architects
are busily constructing
air-conditioned nurseries.
Wild life, is house-hunting
diligently among fresh emerald leaves,
staking claims to new summer homes,
that are hidden from view
Streams, gurgle in happiness,
as they free themselves
of winter’s icy neckwear,
splashing playfully over the rocks,
offering liquid melody for spring’s welcome.
Tulips stretch long slender necks,
lifting faces for the sun’s warm kiss.
Thousands of buds unclench tiny fists
with bursts of beautiful blossoms.
Spring, a season exploding in beauty.
8/20/91 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
Posted in Animals, ecology, Family, friends, Inspirational, love, Memories, My Thoughts, Nature, Poetry, World, tagged America, children, Family, flag, flowers, frost, God, hugs, kittens, lanes, laughter, leaves, moonbeams, rain, rhyming, shade, streams, train, trees, whistle on Saturday,August 30, 2008| 5 Comments »
THINGS I LOVE
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
