“Over The Line”
White Linen Heaven
A warm sunny day of youth
Memories of white linen sheets
Hanging on the line to dry
The air filled with fragrance oh so sweet
The edge of each sheet decorated
with grandma and mothers loving hands
Crafted embroidery of brilliant flowers
Even a few monograms
After they dried in the summer sun
Mother takes them in to iron there
A sprinkle of water and starch
Then pressed with loving care
My job was to help make the beds
Mother snaps the sheets out
I help make the corners match
Tuck the corners in so they won’t fall out
When all is done a long wait for evening
I couldn’t wait to crawl in
Between those crisp cool sheets
Of white linen heaven
Clotheslines: Public opinion is shifting
Hanging out the laundry is being touted as a way to go green at home. But some Minnesota communities have bans against the old-fashioned practice.Clotheslines save money, conserve electricity and burn calories. They have also been banned in several suburbs and neighborhoods.One afternoon last summer, I went to the hardware store, bought a length of clothesline and 100 wooden clothespins, went home, and hung out the wash
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
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wadsworth Longfellow
Fear in The Moonlight
The night is very dark with a slight summer breeze,
A shimmer of moon peeking through the branches of trees.
I hear another’s footsteps in the distance from behind,
Hopefully the owner is a person that’s very kind.
As I continue to walk further, a pounding in my heart,
The moon gets brighter as the clouds start to part.
I turn around as I hear the sound at a faster pace,
Gleefully I shout as the moon lights up my brothers face.
|I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –|
|The Stillness in the Room|
|Was like the Stillness in the Air –|
|Between the Heaves of Storm –
|The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –|
|And Breaths were gathering firm|
|For that last Onset – when the King|
|Be witnessed – in the Room –
|I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away|
|What portion of me be|
|Assignable – and then it was|
|There interposed a Fly –
|With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz –|
|Between the light – and me –|
|And then the Windows failed – and then|
|I could not see to see –
|Emily Dickinson | Classic Poems|
November’s the month that you get a chance,
To spend time outside a little while longer.
Warm sunny days pop up now and then,
But the wind is cooler and a little bit stronger.
Leaf’s dangling on branches here and their,
Plenty of warning before they are totally bare.
Darkness comes early, light no longer yours,
Better get busy, finish up those outdoor chores.
Repair all the the cracks in the window panes,
Clean out the twigs and leaves in your drains.
Stack up plenty of logs in a nearby covered space
You’ll have nightly warmth coming from your fireplace.
November gives you the time to put your mind at ease,
The Almanac gives warning, this winter a deep freeze.
Sitting by the fire with your coffee, you have not a care,
You were the smart one, you knew how to well prepare.