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MEMORY’S SCRAPBOOK

 

In my mind’s book of memories

There are pages where I file,

Things that touch my heart and soul

And things that make me smile.

 

One page holds the fluted song

Trilled by a meadowlark.

Another holds the silvery light

Of moonbeams in the dark.

 

There’s one of sweet baby smiles

And one, a mother’s love.

Another holds morning sun,

One, stardust from above.

 

There’s a page full of laughter

And one of blossomed trees.

A rainbow fills another page

And one, a summer breeze.

 

Others hold such poignant things

As tears of joy once shed,

The sound of rippling from a brook,

And smell of gingerbread.

 

There’s one of lovely carillons

With Hymns and melodies

Next to it are hopes and dreams

And one of fantasies.

 

There is no end of things to add

From life in every stage

And as they touch my heart and soul

They’re added to a page

 

When I am old, years from now,

Each day I’ll take a look

At all the wonders held within

My memory’s treasured book.

 

3/8/92              Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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   WHERE NATURE STOOD

 

Where once there was a wooded hill

The earth is flat and much too still

Trees cut down, dirt hauled away

This is progress, so they say

 

Gone are trees that once housed birds

Who chorused music without words

Gone, giant oaks with arms spread wide

That were the forest’s greatest pride

 

The tangled brush on forest floor

Will not be seen here anymore

Gone are vines, and berries too

Sweet and succulent where they grew

 

And where did all the wildlife go

The tiny fawn and sloe-eyed doe

And squirrels who entertained each day

With lively acrobatic play

 

Raccoons, rabbits, and chipmunks too

Gone forever, as if on cue

And no more den with fox and kits

There’s nothing left, not even bits

 

Because where groves of trees once stood

Are buildings made of brick and wood

And even some of steel and glass

With tiny lawns of pampered grass

 

The hill and woods took years to form

Surviving cold, surviving storm

But in a month ’twas gone for good

Progress stands where nature stood

  

4/4/92    Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

 

1’st … Indiana NPD 1997

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