Summer in the valley. There is much beauty on our earth. Our green marble is indeed a jewel in space.
Summer will always have its attractiveness. Ode to the Summer Sun
I opened the door and peeked out.
‘My God! What is that?’
It’s only June! Already the sun is
Here in full force.
Bolt the doors, shutter the windows.
Soon it will be too hot to bear.
Hell has come to us in no uncertain terms.
When and if I go outside,
My eyes will squint shut.
My skin will burn. Water will come out of
Places of my body that
I do not wish it to.
Now that the sun is shining bright,
Children will frolic in the open air.
They will have to be managed.
Workers will pound.
Machines will whir. Odd music will intrude.
All those sounds will have to be blocked,
Or muffled, at the very least.
It is all going to be overwhelming.
How is one to bear up under this
Season that Hades has delivered?
I tell you, I can only grieve for our
Well-sprinkled earth as it follows
That soul poaching orb of summer.
Susan Patterson
06-2013
I opened the door and peeked out.
‘My God! What is that?’
It’s only June! Already the sun is
Here in full force.
Bolt the doors, shutter the windows.
Soon it will be too hot to bear.
Hell has come to us in no uncertain terms.
When and if I go outside,
My eyes will squint shut.
My skin will burn. Water will come out of
Places of my body that
I do not wish it to.
Now that the sun is shining bright,
Children will frolic in the open air.
They will have to be managed.
Workers will pound.
Machines will whir. Odd music will intrude.
All those sounds will have to be blocked,
Or muffled, at the very least.
It is all going to be overwhelming.
How is one to bear up under this
Season that Hades has delivered?
I tell you, I can only grieve for our
Well-sprinkled earth as it follows
That soul poaching orb of summer.
Susan Patterson
06-2013
Ode to the Summer Sun: Audio
Ode to the Summer Sun: Discussion
I know, I know. The chosen pictures belie the sentimentality of the poem. What can I say? Summer is a glorious time with its colorful flowers and comfy warm weather. It's just that sometimes, it can all be too much. Too much glare, too many crowds, too much heat. What is one to do? Well, one could be patient and enjoy the season. One could enjoy the warm evenings chatting with friends in the backyard. One could enjoy the games with children in the afternoon. How about the parades? How about warm kitties laying about in the sun? How about the gardens and the fresh food? Happy summer to all of you! skp
Something to Ponder About Life
My friend, Edmund Preston, who is the producer of the popular podcast, Radio Kinver, often includes the tag line in his emails, "Life has fallen me in pleasant places." by Joyce Grenfell. I think about that line often. In fact, I keep a copy of it on my desk. Sometimes life does fall us like an old tree. But gosh, sometimes, where we hit on the earth, is a very nice place to be. Metaphorically where we are in life, by whatever means, just might be kinda nice.
Joyce Grenfell was a British comedian, actress, writer, satirist and musician. She passed away in 1979, but her work is still very popular. I urge you to look her up and enjoy her humor. What she had to say is still funny, current and true to life. Let me know what you find. skp
Joyce Grenfell was a British comedian, actress, writer, satirist and musician. She passed away in 1979, but her work is still very popular. I urge you to look her up and enjoy her humor. What she had to say is still funny, current and true to life. Let me know what you find. skp
▶ Humility comes when one realizes one is not in charge of the world. Earlene Grey
Summer in the Northwest.
Happy halcyon days to you! skp
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