Monday, June 17, 2013

Poem: Shades of Green

Photo by Rita Bourland © 2013 Brown County


Shades of Green 

Shades of green,
Our Maker’s blend,
Lie upon the trees
And grass,

A palate of colors
That shift and change
Like a kaleidoscope
Casting doubt on what we see,

An early dawn patrol
Of soldiers standing tall
Frozen at full attention
Guns held still at their sides,
 
Or just a field of trees
In careful, measured rows,
Where birds can nest
And folks can rest
Beneath their gentle branches,

Our Maker mixes shades of green
And grows the trees from seeds,
Away from all the sounds of war,
He leaves us
Only peaceful
Scenes of summer.

Monday, June 3, 2013

One Act Play: Daydreaming

Photography by Rita Bourland © 2013

Girl:  What’s a daydream?

Mother:  It’s a dream we have in the middle of the day when we stop thinking about now and start thinking about other things we’d like to be doing.

G:  What‘s the matter with thinking about now?

M:  There’s nothing the matter with thinking about now, but sometimes people need a little escape from the everyday things they have to do.

G:  What kind of everyday things?

M:  Oh, you know, like going to work, paying bills, mowing the lawn, going to the grocery, and doing the laundry

G:  So, a daydream is kind of like taking a vacation?

M:  Yes, kind of like that.

G:  Maybe people could try to have more fun in the now.

M:  How do you think they might do that?

G:  Well, for starters, they could take a bike ride or have a picnic in the backyard.  Or maybe they could do some coloring or painting, or tell stories to each other before bedtime.

M:  I like those ideas.  What else?

G:  They could order pizza for a whole week and not worry about going to the grocery!

M:  Do you think they might get sick of pizza?

G:  Maybe, but there are so many kinds.

M:  So, do you think we shouldn’t daydream?

G:  I guess it’s okay to daydream, but sometimes, when the teacher is making us recite the multiplication tables, I think about how I wish I was flying a kite, and then when she calls on me I don’t know the answer.

M:  So, maybe we need to do the things we have to do and try to have some fun in the now, but also reserve a little time for daydreaming. 

G:  Yeah, I think that’s good.  So, mom, what do you daydream about?

M:  I daydream about all the fun I’m going to have with my little girl when school gets out this summer. 

G:  Now, that’s my kind of daydream.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Poem: Dreaming in Soft Pirouettes




Dreaming in Soft Pirouettes

Twirling in a puddle,
Tiny feet treading the depths
Of a child’s imagination,
Splashing to music she alone hears,

Lying in bed
At night
She dreams in
Soft pirouettes,

Too young to know
What a dancer is,
She just is
A child who moves
On butterfly wings,

She'll one day bring
Fans to their feet
With pirouettes and leaps
That make them weep
From the unexpected gift
Of her dancing.