Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Who Am I? By Nancy R. Norton

 

A humming bird,
A butterfly,
A distant star-
They beautify!
.
A drop of dew;
Reflects the sky,
The leafy stream,
Delights the eye!
.
A shadow is a magic thing;
It will ripple, dance, or swing.
Mine is near you-if you fancy-
Blow a kiss-and call me-Nancy.









Google.com

Friday, July 12, 2013

History Remembered By Stafford Ray



The old man
in the stranded tram
played me jazz
on his Edison Phonograph.

Beethoven
on the Parlophone;
twelve inch,
seventy eight.

Sinatra
in the wee small hours.
Microgroove
for twenty minutes.

CD’s
and downloads
I-pods and
Memory sticks.

Hours and hours;
unlimited time,
unlimited technology,
unlimited choice.

But of those,
I loved microgroove the best
because
I was eighteen.



Google.com