A book, I think, is very like
A little golden door
That takes me into places
Where I’ve never been before.
It leads me into fairyland
Or countries strange and far
And, best of all, the golden door
Always stands ajar.
by Adelaide Love
From My Porch After the end of a long hot day At the end of my rope - with nerves all frayed I sat on the porch…to rest a spell As the sun slipped… slowly behind the hill Calmed…by the lingering…after glow I watched…the summer night unfold Crimson streaks…on a sky of blue Melted…in a thousand…different hues Got lost…in the dark…without the light Leaving…just their shadows…in the night And in fields…of clover…across the way The crickets…began…their serenade As fireflies danced…with sheer delight Glowing…in love…with this summer night And there…ahead…at the end of the road Above the bridge…where the river flows It rose - like magic - before my eyes An orange moon… so big…it filled the sky
Poem by ~Elaine George
Painting by ~ Eileen Clark ( Watercolor)
The Best of Elaine George
the sauce in a big way all winter.
Amidst blizzards they wrestle
unsuccessfully with the dark comedy
of their lives, laughter trapped
in their frigid gizzards. Meanwhile,
the mercury just plummets,
like a migrating duck blasted
out of the sky by some hunter
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