How wonderful it is to think
In a medley of red, gold, and pink
A masterpiece so complete
It encourages the eye not to blink
Inspired we are by earth’s waking star
A hidden treasure without monetary measure
Complexity amass, understanding alas
Our souls are cleansed by its golden bath
What a delight to know
The fabric of the sky will sew
Threads of wonder for us all to ponder.
breathe in light
breathe out darkness
breathe in love
breathe out hate
breathe in peace
and hold
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Transcendental Picnic at the Vesceri’s
Ah, it's 3pm and we're having a transcendental picnic at the Vesceri’s
Like a Sunday afternoon baseball game where the veggie hot dogs
Taste great though they don't bark (they never had a face in the first place).
Yes, it's 3pm and we're having a transcendental picnic at the Vesceri’s
And I dream of Monet’s Picnic in the Park at the Chicago Art Institute
As my 10 toes caress the backyard grass under the big lips of the sun.
Well what do you know, now it’s 4pm and the Vesceri’s home
Has transformed into the Dutch school of painting,
Look over there, the dining room is a Rembrandt.
There’s Van Gogh with holes in his clothes
And the superhero history man
And the Maine flower, the beauty of every hour.
Yes it is sweet to be at a transcendental picnic at the Vesceri’s
Cricket’s Song
When I awaken to sounds
of mockingbirds and scents
of jasmine blooming,
and ducks begin
their nods and bobs,
and doves build nests,
when breezes billow,
fluttering their leaves,
scattering pear blossoms,
and winter slips away
behind the blush of bronze
on snow-topped peaks,
I know that soon the earth
will warm to sunlight’s touch
and revel in the song of summer.
Our classroom code is: J3B4J
April 2, 2015 at 4:25 PM
in search of holy moments
we neglect the experience
that perfect second
when souls ignite
like matchstick heads
in a single stroke
we burn as one
the wind our enemy
terrified to be extinguished
when the only concern
the only objective
should be what we can set
on fire @poetmccaig