Mary Christine Music: Poetry Blog

FOR THE LOVE IN YOU
The blue in my sky, the leaves on my tree
Apple of my eye, the honey in my tea
Ripple in my wine, the toe of my shoe
Hands of my time, the brand in my new
 
The mocha in my cocoa, the mellow in my yellow
The beat of my polka, and jiggle in my jello
The string of my bean, strawberry on my shortcake
The thread of my seam, the crunch in my cornflake
 
The tickle in my pink, the  gloss on my lips
The kitchen for my sink, the swing of my hips
The bee for my wax, the Swiss of my cheese
Mix in my match, and the weak in my knees
 
Air in my tire, the spark of my plug
The life in my wire, the brew in my mug
The Y in y-o-u, the grain of my wheat
The onion in my stew, and bath for my feet
 
The half of my whole, the dream for my catcher
The lift of my soul, the back for my scratcher
The fluff of my pillow, the path of my walk
The tip of my rillo, and heel of my sock
 
The name of my game, the chip of my ice
The heat of my flame, the [...]

BIG BLACK BEAR
Big black bear you don't scare
Me in my yard, as you stare
I've seen you out there, how do you dare
Eat my birdseed with no care
 
Your coat is shiny black as night
You're big and round and got some height
I kinda like to watch you eat
then walk away on all four feet
 
Cause I know, I should beware
And not get friendly with YOU bear
I'll have to take away your treat
It's summer now the birds will eat
 
And you can travel on I'm counting
That you'll stay up on that mountain
Go on now, you've had your share
Eat my birdseed don't you dare
 
Big black bear
You don't scare
Better beware
Big Black Bear!
(c) (p) 2010 Mary C. Hargreaves
 
 

GREAT SPIRIT
 
I look to the Light and see your grace
Like the sparkle in my mother's face
 
But then I see pain, grief, and hunger
Wondering what rule does this fall under
 
I look to the Light again and weep
Then feelings of comfort beckon deep
 
Are You there
 
A hint of hope begins to blossom
New days will come and they'll be awesome
 
I look to the Light again feeling new
Because it's true
 
You're there
 
(c)(p) Mary C. Hargreaves
 

 
REALLY
 
I found a bird's nest yesterday
And studied it's design
A gift of nature so unique
Destined to be mine
 
With careful hands I placed it
Where the reach would be the hardest
The bird who built this fragile nest
Was certainly an artist
 
Where are you little one, I ask
And what's the reason why
Inside a dream, a flash of wings
A peaceful "Here am I"
 
(c)(p) Mary C. Hargreaves

CHICKADEE
 
 
Wild and free
Yet close to me
A miracle
Called chickadee
 
Little bird
Sweetest song
Brightest white
And black belong
 
To this childlike
Feathered friend
Who stands so brave
Through seasons of Maine
 
A day cannot go by
Without a passing word
To my little
Chickadee bird
 
(c)(p) Mary C. Hargreaves