I LIVE



I Live

 



Andrew Wyeth- Christina's World

I live to smell new mown grass;

a bountiful buffet for a blanket of feeding birds.

I live for winter’s storms,

beauty in bleakness.

I live for hugs

friends warmth affirming me.

I live for  memories;

sustaining reminders of travels taken.

I live for parades;

celebrating what doesn’t matter.

I live for times alone

to ponder upon myself.

I live for writing

giving others my gift of feeling.

I live for compliments

recognition of my singular place on this planet

I live for seasons

never ending changes to all around me

I live for routine

reassuring matrix to facing change.

I live for a good book

transporting me away from the everyday.

I live for you

because every vessel needs filling.

 I live for me

for every life needs living.

 

-jerry wendt 2013

Fall

Fall

 

On The Trail-Winslow Homer- watercolor
 

Rustling poplars bracket lapping lakes,

afterschool Girl Scout cookies and Hershey frosted cakes.

Hosing away paper wasp nests,

smelling sweet purple mimeograph tests.

 

On the field running track,

with Football team center going wide and back.

Watching Hot dogs steaming frost clouds at games

while home team scoreboard posts zeros in frames.

 

Passing notes in study hall class,

Failing to remember molecular mass.

Painting sets for ambitious plays,

holding studyhall book, daydreaming for days.

 

The last of tomatoes ripened in sun,

fruits of summer all jarred up and done.

Ginghamed windows greet smells of burning leaves

while  crunchy ones gather in gutters and eaves.

  

Store windows painted with goblins and ghouls,

Getting lectured on smart ants and grasshopper fools.

Fields filled lumpy with orange ripened spheres,

delighted at delivery of Christmas wishbook Sears.

 

Leaving porchlight on to help costumed feet,

hoping against popcorn balls for a real candy treat.

Some ritzy one gave us real dimes,

As we falter, mask-blinded some of the times

 

Slippy slidey into winters grasp,

soon snow will come blinding and fast.

Streets clog with tempers aflair.

Kids whoop in play and elders just stare.

 

Fall is more than just transition

Halloween, not just superstition

Blocks here build strong wall,

stalwart forever; memories of Fall.

-Jerry Wendt 2013