In the spring of 1998 we were studying Shakespeare and iambic pentameter.  Spring being a time of year in which I tend to feel inspired to write poetry, I tried my hand at a few.  Those on this page are:
Love Beyond Death
Thank you, Alice Leber
Cloudy Skies
*NEW 9/12/01*
The Old Man

Love Beyond Death:  I wrote this Spring 98 after reading  Marion Zimmer Bradley's Mists of Avalon and Lady of Avalon.  If you've read them, you can see the inspiration, there being a strong reincarnation theme going on in that series.

The moment I saw you I knew you.
I felt a surge of true recognition,
And then I knew that you must feel it too,
And that your heart, mine could never shun.

I knew that I'd never seen your face before.
I wondered how I could know you so.
How, of this knowledge, could I be sure?
Where did we come from, and where shall we go?

Precious memories stirred up within me.
Memories that seemed to come from other lives.
We'd been joined before, that I did see.
I'd been your friend, mother, one of your wives.

For You and I are linkèd, soul to soul,
By love which lives through death and makes us whole.

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Thank You, Alice Leber:  I wrote this Spring 98 for Robin's mom, who is one of our Girl Scout leaders.  We had a random appreciation day for her and were supposed to bring a card.
Alice Leber can keep us somewhat sane;
She is a great leader for our Scout troop;
Without her our efforts would be in vain;
But she is helping us work as a group.

She let us have sleepovers at her house;
And helped us with quilts we wanted to make;
Though we were much noisier than a mouse;
And though we did not leave her any cake.

She put a lot of work into our play;
Helping us learn to act and to build our set;
And although we do not always obey;
Her help is something we shall not forget.

And for her help with this, we all shall say,
ìItís Alice Leber ëpreciation day!î

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Cloudy Skies  The first sonnet I ever wrote, also Spring 98.
In summertime I gaze into noon's sky,
A glorious blue that man has never caught.
I gaze up into it as hours fly by,
And my troubles swift fall away for naught.

Sometimes there are clouds of a puffy white,
Who take on some quite wondrously odd shapes.
Sometimes a bunny rabbit or a kite,
Occasion'ly they can be kings with capes.

Yet there are days when these clouds turn to grey.
Cov'ring the sky these thunderclouds bring rain,
And the glorious noon sky's hidden away,
And raindrops fall upon my narrow lane.

Though clouds cover the sweet blue sky, I ken;
That other days shall bring it back again.

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The Old Man: (5/2/01) We had to write a sonnet based on the story "The Old Man." I cannot for the life of me remember the author, so, if you know the story I'm talking about please email me and tell me so I can give credit.
Living by the lake on the sandy shore,
The old man and his wife together are.
It rains, the lake fills, and they hear waves roar,
But always they go fishing very far.

It happened as these things so often do,
From two there came to be many more.
Now when they fish they go with children too,
Three girls, one boy, the total then was four.

But ma and pa wanted to be alone,
They sent the kids away, gave them the sack.
The girls all stayed away but Boy came home.
Pa got so mad he sliced up Boy's back.

These swans I'll eventually forgive,
For wildlife has a different way to live.

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