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 roll of my dice

The fudge on my sundae, and gum in my drop

The smile on my Monday, the cream of my crop

The zig in my zag, the No in my doubt

The air in my bag, the steam in my spout

The right of my wrong, and twist of my lemon

The Be of my long, the gate of my heaven

The bridge of my gap, and rhyme in my reason

The snore in my nap, the change in my season

The melt of my pot, the cootch of my coo

The song in  my heart, For The Love In You!

(c) (p) 2010 Mary C. Hargreaves

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

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

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