Listen to the Wind What voices do you hear? Shoreline trees rustle a warning: “big storm brewing.” Branches sway, grate together, shriek, and moan as the limbs strain in the gusts. Cat’s paws form, but no meows, as the freshening wind ripples the surface of the lake. Seagulls cry to protest its chill, as geese honk and fly downwind. A weathered gate creaks and bangs, shouts “fix me” to the deserted old lakeside house. The eaves whistle an unnerving tune as if they’re about to fly away in the gale. A sailboat’s rigging wails: “no boating in this blow.” Waves crash ashore, taking out their fury on indifferent sands. The ancients, who have braced against it for millenia, whisper in their old tongue: “whew.”
Ice Cream, Home-made A pail, a canister. a mixing motor A few ingredients And ice and salt to freeze them In half an hour, ice cream! Delicious, no additives Just smooth, frozen delight Fun to make and, especially, to eat
He’s Up, He’s Down Sad face of a clown Or is it a frown? Just got put down From a girl in town But now he’s up She invited him to sup Of kindness, a cup He’s loving like a pup She’s attracted by his sound A singer of renown He’s no longer down Wearing a smile like a crown
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