ANOTHER SUMMER COMES AND WILL GO
Sixty-three summers have shone their light
How many more their fleeting memory will hold,
How many more warm summer breezes will I feel on a sunken cheek,
My little grandson a new and unaffected wondrous being,
His summers still before him. Born at summers end
Giggling and cooing as he meets his second summer
dancing on the breeze
Will fortune shine that I might see
some twenty-one summers more or not
But for the moment my joy doeth come
on a summer breeze laughing, caressing,
My sunken cheeks and thorny brow.
LET THE NEW GREEN BE THE NEW GOLD – LET THE
PLANET TEACH US
Let Green be the new Gold
With fresh new ways of seeing,
Life on a changing planet.
Where she teaches us how not we her.
Let’s slow down and take a breath,
So all who travel can breathe.
GREEN IS THE NEW GOLD
Green is the new gold,
Whose perfume captures our senses
And awakens us to new way of smelling the roses,
To new ways of opening our minds and hearts,
To the small wonders this planet holds.
The sweet smell of the new gold
is like taking a breath of fresh clean air
Like tasting clean pure water,
Like watching fertile soil on a baren landscape
Grow crops of corn higher than your head.
Like being sure the seed you bought,
Will reproduce itself over and over.
—Planet A Collection