A Poem By Bobby Scott-Healy, California
Raindrops falling from the sky;
that's Mother Nature's style.
And as they wetly Kiss your eye.
on every drop -- a smile.
DAWNS THIS NEW DAY
See the Sun's warm face
Each morning, as,
The dawn comes a'borning;
To climb the azure vault of the sky,
There to kiss gently thy morning eye.
LAUGHTER IN THE FIELDS
Chase away the crows, sir,
For the omens of sorrow they bring.
Heed their raucous croaks, sir,
'Lest darkness o'ertake thee one Spring.
Set thyself a'flutter, sir,
That another day of peace may be seen.
Trust not, sir, the raven's lie,
Nor the gleaming in his eye;
He knows the Scare is craven,
Does the raven,
So dines he elegantly upon thy crop.
11.09.98 Bobby Scott-Healy, California