Poems of the Season   

   March Madness

Madness in the school house,

Madness is the halls,

Madness on the big court,

bouncing off the walls.

Dribble, Dibble, Dribble, Dribble,

Stop - Steady - Wish,

                                         
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                                                                                 Carol Murray

           Clock Talk

TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK

The BOOMING voice of the grandfather clock

answers the quick staccato click

of the small hall clock that goes, tick-tock-tick .

                                               

 And the moon shines bright

in the middle of the night

on the midnight creatures, walking.

 And I write with glee, just the muse and me,

 while the clocks keep tick-tock-talking .

- Carol Murray

                 Saint Pat's Day

The luck of the Irish to you!

It's good that you're wearing the green.

For, if not, it's a cinch,

Someone might try a pinch,

with an inch of your skin in between.

Wear a shamrock to show your devotion

and look out the window at dawn,

on a land that's been kissed

by a magical mist

and brushed by a leprechaun.

                                 Carol Murray

            April Fool

I emptied out the sugar bowl

And filled it full of salt.

Dad's alarm clock went off early,

and I said, "It's not my fault!"

I moaned and groaned and whined,

"I'm sick and can't get out of bed." 

My mom was low on sympathy,

"How interesting!" she said.

I'm really very clever

and exceptionally cool,

So why is it that people say,

"Here comes that April Fool!"

                                                            Carol Murray

    
      Quilt Auction

One hundred, two hundred,
Three hundred, four -
Five, six, seven hundred.
Who will give me more?

It's a gen-u-ine, mighty fine, work of art,
pieced with perfection and stitched with heart.

Buy it for your daughter, buy it for your wife.
It's a patchwork classic, and it lasts for life.

What's that Mister?   You were only stretchin'?
You just gave me the bid I was fetchin'.

Eight hundred dollars!
Spread it on the lawn.
It's a nice little quilt, and it's going, going - GONE!

 

                                                      Carol Murray

    

           Master Gardner

Inchworm travels down the trail.

faster than a slimy snail.

Up and down, around and through

the meadowlands to get a view

of countryside. Perhaps his plot

is measuring a garden spot.

                                          Carol Murray

             Spinning a Tale

Along came a spider, who sat down beside her.
She jumped to her feet with an "eeeek!"
This short confrontation produced a sensation
that left her unable to speak.

But, this fabulous creature had mountains to teach her.
If she would just look, she would see,
a vision, quite splendid. The meeting was ended
too soon, for the lesson was free.

Too soon we offend, and too often, we end
like the Yankee and old Johnny Reb.
Now the spider, who spied her, might just have to hide
and reside on the World Wide Web.
                                                  - Carol Murray

   

Butterflies

   Butterflies, amazing things,

        Flutter by, on painted wings,

            and from the sky, their message rings,

                   the hope and joy that Easter brings.

                                    Carol Murray

      

        Earth Speaks

I am a rock,                                           

a tough, gigantic sphere.

I am everywhere -

far and near.

Inside, I am a fiery, melted ball.                                       

Outside, I am a thick, protective crust.

I share my strength with you.

I am your precious planet,

your brilliant shining star,

but I am fragile.

                      Carol Murray

Think tenderly of me.*

*Emily Dickinson

 

                                            

          School's Out!

School's out, School's out!

Shout it to the sky.

Shout it to the hilltops where eagles fly.

Yes!

School is out, and we'll never go again,

until next August, and we'll see you then.

                                   Carol Murray

                 

                     Soaring

 

Gliding, sliding, through the air.

an eagle takes you places where

you've never ever been before.

Just settle back and watch him soar.

 

Up and up and faraway.

Smile a while and watch him play.

 

As currents give his wings a lift,

the spirit, too, lifts up and drifts

to higher ground.   An open door

is beckoning to those who soar.

 

A lifetime lies in front of you.

What will you say, or be or do?

 

Hope shines brighter; joy abounds,

as the eagle makes his rounds,

soaring upward, in a sea,

of endless possibility.

 

           Congratulations, graduate!

                                  - Carol Murray