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.

Friday, July 12, 2013

History Remembered By Stafford Ray

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

on the Parlophone;
twelve inch,
seventy eight.

in the wee small hours.
for twenty minutes.

and downloads
I-pods and
Memory sticks.

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

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