Rabbit Trails

October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came - The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand, Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band. ~George Cooper, "October's Party"    

I have no Yesterdays, Time took them away; Tomorrow may not be--- But I have Today. Pearl McGinnis

I dearly love sweet relics brought from spots where I have been They seem to certify the facts Of Memory's pictured scene.                              

Knowing, what all experience serves to show, No mud can soil us but the mud we throw. J.R. Lowell

The world will never adjust itself To suit your whims to the letter. Some things must go wrong your whole life long, And the sooner you know it the better. E.W. Wilcox

It seems a green stillness, soundless, and then the songs of summer are slowly revealed, till all around the air is filled with the most perfect of any music.

whistle and hoe sing as you go shorten the row by the songs you know

Have you seen the little lady Who has lately come to town? She came in gold October When the leaves were dropping down.

My Father-In-Law wrote this poem! I had permission to get it from his blog. FRUSTRATION!!!! After buying a new television and DVD player this past week, I was very frustrated trying to get it hooked up, so I wrote this poem to share my frustration with you all. I took the new T.v. out of the box I couldn't wait to tune it to FOX. When I got it out , I stood amazed But I had a job to do, I wasn't fazed, Where was the old T.V. with only one connection? You would just hook it up, and get picture perfection. This T.V. has connections galore, At least three hundred, maybe more. I took the manual and started to read, When I couldn't understand, I realized, It was in Spanish, which I didn't need. I flipped the manual to the other side, And I sought information with glowing pride. For information, I did seek But the more I read, the more it sounded like Greek. Against my will, I picked up the phone, I am sure in this, I am not alone. I called "Tech Help" to get...

A poem about March: O March that blusters and March that blows What color under your footsteps glows Beauty you summon from winter snows And you are the pathway that leads to the rose. Celia Thaxter