A Welcoming Summer Rain

Oh welcome the thunder and rain

Bring in refreshing water to earth

Quench its parched thirst again

Making its flora alive like a rebirth!

The air has been freshened with it

Rose of Sharon opens her blossom

Hear the laughter of the fairies emit

As they dance within earth’s bosom

We, the human being, with our dog

Relaxing near an opened window

Cool breezes caressing; I’ll not hog

How lovely this is, a feeling I bestow

Sprinkles, here, there, ‘n everywhere

Making melody on the hardened dirt

Gardens holler out in a loud declare

‘Thank you, for this watery squirt!’

Linger a bit longer this wonderfulness

We’re all grateful to have you here

The whole of us are in agreeableness

As this makes your visit quite dear!

©Copyright 08 July 2009, MahTame

On the shore of Galveston

Rainbow bubbles poppin’ on the beach

As they were riding on top of the tide

Sunshiny sparkles rivet through each

Bubbled-headed mass that lay outside

Gulls come flying over my head laughing

Looking for food on seaweed or a crab

‘She’s got the shell of timbuktu’s king’

As they spoke with granduer;  not drab

Waves traveled from afar to Galveston

Adventures of pirates and booty lay

Wee folk romp and play with much fun

At the beach where we spent the day

A sea crab was a tossin’ and a turnin’

As each salty wave came in and out

Guess he lost out to the salty churnin’

Cause I ne’er saw him again with clout

Pelicans flying over the brimy ocean

Windy breezes blowing through my hair

Fishes swimmin’ and jumpin’ in the sun

As I’m breathin’ in the refreshening air

©Copyright 14 June 2009, MahTame

Mr. Squirrel

A squirrel has come for a visit

And sat atop the chain-linked gate

He’s outside my bedroom window

And talked of things we can relate

Our stomachs rumbled for food

He fixated on my Nabisco Oreos

I wanted meat, potatoes, ‘n gravy

But he wouldn’t listen, I suppose

How dare you Mr. Squirrel!

Demanding such attention to me

Shall a morsel or a crumb satisfy

Your round ‘n rumbling tummy?

And what about me ‘n my belly?

It’s roaring rather quite unsatisfied

I’ll give a bite, if you get take out

For I’d rather be instantly gratified!

‘Oh drats! He took off too quickly

Didn’t mean to startle you, dear sir’

Guess he really didn’t want a cookie

Just shook his tail and left in a whir

©Copyright 26 May 27, 2009

MahTame

Raindrops and Rumbles

distant rumbles in the sky

to the north, west, or south

bringing in a crackled arrival

with a bang and opened mouth

listening to its grumbling sound

while my fierce dachshund hides

only to leave the bed with a fury

barking at the mailman, he decides

an odd sort of rainstorm now

sending roves of raindrops thickly

while the sun peeks through clouds

to be covered over by them quickly

little dog hidden under covers

pretending to be sleeping sound

as I listen to the thunder roll on by

just a relaxin’ with my silly hound

nothing like a morning rainstorm

to come through loud and clear

then leaving behind leftover rain

randomly falling on everything here

©Copyright 09 May 2009, MahTame

Oh Red, ya done did it Now!

‘Oh Red, how stoic you stand!

‘N is that lil Miss Scarlet hiding

among her green curtain cloak

as the dry leaves stay clumping?’

‘I do declare Mista Butlah, is

that the dear lady, Rose of Sharon

standing dormant in your midst

or you just abiding the time yon?’

‘please tell Miss Scarlet that a

Missy still don’t know nothin’

bout birthing babies, ‘n I see ya

two done had a crop of youngins!’

‘Ah Mista Butlah, Red, you is

a mighty fine standing there with

them two ladies you love so well

ya definitely aint no silly ole myth!’

‘This aint no a Tara, but tis home

of the charming lady of Melanie

ya done planted ya self in her yard

but shh, it’s our lil secret, ya see!’

©Copyright 03/21/2009, MahTame

Awakening to Spring

Opened the back door

To hear the wind blow

A light misting of rain

Decorate the soil below

Fresh aroma lingers in

Birds chattering away

A lone crow caws yon

In the morn’ part of day

Spring is here for a visit

Flowering quince blooms

Tulips sprung and open

Colors weave like looms

Coolish air blowing thru

Budding branches of elm

Swaying with the flow

Back and forth in its realm

A calming settling within

Welcoming in the season

New flora rebirthing again

Gives living a good reason

©Copyright 03/21/2009

MahTame

End of November

Blustery day in the end of November

Chilled air twirling through branches

Leaves have fallen to mix with nature

Tints of reddish browns and oranges

Restless wind agitating naked trees

Lonely whooshing sound off goodbye

As autumn ends with nipping breezes

While winter sits on the horizon nigh

Gray skies covered with wispy clouds

Palest of blue taking glimpses below

Peering through timber of the crowds

Of swaying trees as the coldness blow

©Copyright 30 November 2008

~MahTame

A Song Sung of Thy Blustered Wind

Colors of Citrine

citrine in the garden

leafy branches aglow

crepe myrtle is golden

singing autumn’s flow

tints of topaz ‘n amber

peering through the trees

leaves a-changing color

before the chilly freeze

golden yellows mixed

intertwined with reds

sedum tops transfixed

as the ivy still spreads

©Copyright MahTame

10 November 2008

morning

     glories

         in the sand

dawn’s arrival

     ocean’s distance

salty atmosphere

     sand crabs dance

morning glories

     warming erupts

green leafy vine

     whitened cups

sunny greetings

     awakens flora

waving melodies

     beachy plethora

©Copyright MahTame

02 September 2008

Pale Yellow

Sitting atop petunia’s petal

Was Pale Yellow a fluttering

Poised gently with delicate

Stature while freely drinking

Sweet nectar delights Pale

Floating off to another fleur

Satiating its thirsty delight

Releasing aromatic myrrh

Daintily she seeks other tastes

From pinks, coral, orange, and

Whites of portucala grandiflora

Then sets off into another land

©Copyright 24 July 2008

MahTame

Ripples and Reflections!

The water holds my eyes with its gentle breathing,

fascinated by the way Mother Earth's heart beat is here

without denying.

A small pool created so long ago as the water

itself moved the mountain, one small stone at a time

around the edges gathered.

Upstream a short way it holds such raging power,

it tumbles down the hill in frothing youth so alive as it

dances to the ground in

such a hurry.

Misty spray rainbowed by the sun and moon,

a roaring sound echo'd around the opened hollow,

bare bones of Mother Earth

washed clean and gleaming.

Emerald greens seem to glow with health,

every changing in depth and shadow, ever calling

to those who hear,

holding captive in awe

all who travel near.

Strange how just feet away can be total

silence,

muffled by the leaves, absorbed into the trees,

the shouting of that

avalanche of water.

Here, at five winters gather four generations,

mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and me

her last trip says the Elder,

above heated, pleading, protests.

It is so, says this tiny frail woman, who

holds secrets ages old,

this is the way of life and I, would not change it

if I could, her smile rivals

the very sun.

Look little one she calls, touching my arm

she guides me, into the water here, see and hear

what the water tells

and remember.

Someone not much bigger than myself,

so full of life and mischief,

hair that trailed the gorund, and bones seen

through the skin,

I loved her so.

Together we explored the quiet face of

the waters,

reflections of ourselves looking into the depths

to see the pattern of the stones,

suddenly

she dropped a pebble in.

There, the ripples, do you see, the water seemed

to dance away,

wave after wave, that is the circle of life said she,

and every human that lives

adds their part.

We are gifted life, one moment still, the next

in hurried movement,

not ours to control, but ours to learn acceptance

to learn to move

with it.

One day you will understand, we perhaps would

sit still allowing the flow to move silently around us,

but

another's stone dropped

will cause the ripples to

drown us.

Always be alert, prepared to move quick,

into the stream or against it, but take the time

as well to simply

sit

and become a part of the reflection.

Today, another child is here, sadly there is no

great grandmother to guide,

grandmother am I, and to me this duty falls, and

my heart is heavy.

Her sweet face watches me, trusting eyes turned

to see the water,

here I say,

come little one with me, and I, will teach you about

the ripples and reflections.

Granny

08 July 2008

All Rights Reserved

The Flower Garden

Sweetly lingers the lilac

It has married with the wild rose

A perfume made in heaven

Pleasing the winter starved nose

Smiling petunias fill the air

With a perfume all their own

Daffodils trumpet a royal fanfare

Guarded by rows of marigolds

The rose queen is before her court

Wearing a crown of morning dew

She listens to the geraniums report

Speaking of a rose prince of royal blue

The flower garden is in full bloom

Advertising bright color to the bees

Bees know fall will be here all too soon

Now they pollinate the flowers and trees

©6/15/08Terry Sutherland

Songbird

songbird singing

in the

trees

way up high

in the

sky

melodious song

liltingly

by

my

lazingly

comfort throng

try

very hard

not to even sigh

please

keep the

melodies swinging

©Copyright 26 April 2008

MahTame

spring

buds blooming

dancing flowers

scented air

lawns greening

bird chattering

rebuilding nests

babies born

tuneful singing

insect buzzing

pollinating florets

sneezes burst

allergies forming

trees forming

oscillating winds

branches sway

breezes swooning

air warming

snowing deceases

frosted cover

melted landing

kids playing

springing prances

adults watch

joyful sounding

©Copyright

19 April 1008

MahTame

Restless wind

O wind, restless in the sky

Blowing and howling through

Agitated minds of thought

As clouded gray colors fly

O wind, whistling in window

Speaking of uneasy moments

Tales of troubled souls rivet

As branches swaying in tow

O wind, sounding off worries

Hollering and wailing aloud

Telling of tales long since gone

No more sorrow blown, please!

©Copyright 16 April 2008

MahTame

Chiquita Raton, Little Mouse

Ah, welcome to my classroom

You very, very little gray mouse

What morsels are you finding?

In this grand schoolroom house!

Please be careful, Chiquita raton

Students, like giants, enter here

Precariously walking about inside

Ready to catch you, mousy dear!

©Copyright 15 April 2008

MahTame

Where I Long to Belong

I want to go to the pasture

And lay down in the grassy

Big blue stemmed prairie

And close my eyes and see

View of the surrounding area

In my mind’s eye; ‘Ah me’

Listening to the crow caw

Welcoming a child with glee

Feeling sun’s warmth blanket

Glistening in the Indian grass

On top of where I lay across

The open land spreading past

Opening mine eyes slowly

Watching wispy clouds above

Traveling to their destination

As I’m grounded in earth’s love

Boundless quiet; calm breezes

Speaking consoling with song

Proving its power over distress

This is where I long to belong

©Copyright 03/05/2008

MahTame

still winter

winter has not left yet

it lingers in the air above

sending shivers through

bundled wraps of love

Snowstorm or ice storm

blizzard, blustery wind

wish those chilly bumps

would go away ‘n abscind

don’t mind watching from

in my warm, cozy home

all the snowflakes falling

and sticking to the loam

just hope to not have to

drive in this wintry mix

in the icy or snowy road

it’s what the radar predicts

©Copyright 02/15/2008

MahTame

The Sun’s Sea

Overlooking across the bountiful sea

Sun smiled down and shone brightly

Rippling on tops of waves’ movements

Sparkling sun drops flicker to and fro

Dolphins dance across salty, wavy tops

Sun shining down on me, let me be free

Happily and merrily how all can be

Floating across gentle waves of living

Embrace me with your warming ways

© 12/06/2007 MahTame

Inspired from: Haffsol – by Sigur Ros

november’s day

northerly wind sending shivers through

blustery cold spells have come a visiting

autumn leaves have gone flying away

yellows glow in and out of nature’s wing

grayish, cloudy skies travel slowly above

threatening frosts and snow to decorate

flora have clothed themselves for winter

amber fires glowing as the heat we await

animals preparing for winter’s presence

summer fowl make plans to travel south

trees dance in the windy gales all around

ancestors’ stories are told again by mouth

warmthness settles inside native homes

children, fathers, mothers, grandparents

gather together for fellowship and love

laughter spills over thru late night hours

Copyright © 11/23/2007

MahTame

Dance of Autumn

I saw wee dancers in the wind

Twirling and swirling around

Holding hands, curtsies bend

Frolicking and swaying round

Red, yellow, browns and green

Colorful movements turning

Keeping in step, air in between

Autumn leaves freely dancing

Copyright © 10/13/2007

MahTame

Autumn

In the autumn season

Full of colorful scenes

More night, less sun

Leaves changing things

Blankets and blankets

Across the mountain tops

Orange, yellow, and reds

Golden hues falling, plops

Pitter-patter, falling leaves

Crunching, scrunch, crinkle

Swirling in the windy gales

Decorating with a sprinkle

Birds journeying to the south

Animals storing up food

Many nuts filling a mouth

Playful scurrying is viewed

Crispy, fresh autumn air

Light jackets and sweaters

Walking amongst beauty there

Preparing for the cold winters

Copyright © 09/28/2007

MahTame

Dedicated to my Australian Friends

Geraldton Wax, Bottle Brush, and Weeds

Dog on a mission, traipsing across land

Colors of red, yellow, green and purple

Most people think weeds are to be banned

But these are such a delight and ample

A loving, dark brown horse named “Prinnie”

Lived nearby, eating fences and saying ‘Hi’

To friends and neighbors, near and far of me

Such a beautiful lass that greets all passersby

Geraldton Wax would have said hello too

But his medium shrub self was flowering

To be pruned, picked, and placed in view

For all to enjoy his beautiful flora singing

Not like the Bottle Brush, waving along

In the country breezes by the road up there

With its red brush-like flowers swaying

To and fro, back and forth, in Rogue’s air!

But, one must be careful of the busy bee

A devilish sort of thing, stealing nectar

From flowering plums off a Col’s tree

Always be wary of this stinging inspector

These parts of land, far across the sea

In a country nicknamed: ‘down under’

Seems to be the place I would like to be

Absorbing the flora, life, and scenery there

Copyright © 09/22/2007

MahTame

All Along a Weaving Lake’s Shore Line

Following footsteps in the sandy soil

All along a weaving lake’s shore line

Carefree breezes blowing carelessly

Throughout long hair tresses that’s mine

Water birds diving for a fish or two

Mallard ducks swimming lazily across

Chattering amongst themselves in view

In and out on top of the waves that toss

Beauteous scenery across this lovely land

Refreshing aromas filling the air around

Playful animals pulling my leash in hand

Trying ever so hard to run, leap, and bound

Sparkling sunshine rays atop gentle waves

Tree shadows dancing in their reflection

Lulling one’s weary soul to restful ways

As the day lingers with soothing affection

Copyright © 08/06/2007

MahTame

Molly, a Siamese Cat

My grandmother had a white and black Siamese

Who would always holler for “Mollllllllyyyyyyyyy”

I didn’t realize this cat was of Asian Thailand-eese

Who would rather not be bothered and just let be

Molly had short, soft whitish fur, and black mask

With Chinese slanted beautiful bluish colored eyes

Killing small rodents was not much of a hard task

You could see her pink raspy tongue when she cries

I loved that cat of grandmother and she did too

She mewed, purred, and made baby-like sounds

Wish I could see and pet Molly’s creamy fur hue

And keep her forever in my memory’s bounds

Copyright © 07/30/2007

MahTame

(cat was not my grandmother's, it's just close to the one that she had) 

If Red Roses Were Gangsters and Outlaws

If red roses were gangsters and outlaws

And their sharp thorns were weapons

What a massive profusion to cause

The police to make quick accommodations

What masses of these would have to be

Roses pilfering jewels, opals and monies

By shoots of demanding vines with glee

Entering and leaving like lil’ scared bunnies

Some trumpet vines would come to aid

Calling all troops to help camouflage

The stealing duties these roses made

Thru the escape into the wisterias lodge

If red roses were bad gangsters and outlaws

What an outrage these climbers would be

Stealing away through brick and wood flaws

Sending the owners on an exterminating spree

Copyright © 07/29/2007

MahTame

Received 07/31/2007

Sea of Times Gone By

Drifting along lazy waves at sea

Nary a trouble nor a worried mind

Floating to distances afar of yore

Such beauteous encounters of life

Seagulls flying above and over me

Chattering and singing happy tunes

Near the shorelines of yesteryear

Living carefree lives ‘n taking care

Waves hitting across sides of rock

Slapping as they approach them

Salty ebbed tides journey backward

Sending me farther out to times ago

Copyright © 07/28/2007

MahTame

Watching the Stars

In the twilight sky

When most are asleep

I lay awake and look up

Millions and millions of stars

Twinkling and shining brightly

Stars far away into the galaxy

Are of faint colors of blue ‘n yellow

Patterns of things outlined

Look how lovely they decorate

The dark, night sky, illuminating

Across the vast heavens

“If stars could speak what would they say?

If stars could hold our wishes, would they

Count into the millions too?

Would I really be rich if wishes for money

Came true when one of you falls from the sky?”

As I lay there, thinking to myself, with my eyes upward toward those stars..

Copyright © 07/20/2007

MahTame

Today’s Early Mornin’ Rain

Early mornin’ rain

Thunder resonates

The dawning sky

Birdies chirping

Perhaps telling

Each other to be

Safe in their homes

As I stay awake

From night to day

Listening to hushed

Chirping chatters

And relaxing to the

Pitter-patter of rain

Falling on the leaves

Outside my bedroom

Such calmness resides

Slight breezes blow

Lulling my weary

Soul to sleep as the

New day awakens

‘G’day to you and

G’night to me!’

Copyright © 07/10/2007

MahTame

Gladiolus

Gladiolus, how slender your stems and leaves are

Such vibrant floral shoots on each tall planted flower

Reds, pinks, deep orange, and yellows, and rares

Who named you this lovely name? Gladiolus or

Gladioli? Whence forth came a meddling picker

To cut your florae and placed in vases of water

Been arranged in various positions among lilies

And deep green palms, ivies, and some baby breath

Occasionally a flor del sol is sitting nearby you

Competing for the sun’s rays and heat of the day

So strong and sturdy, until the windy breezes blow

Through and knock you down or cause you to bend

Then you are fragile and weak, dear gladiolus or –li

Copyright © 07/02/2007

MahTame

Driving Near Midnight

Driving down the highway

Window down, feeling wind

Not too many cars cause it’s

Close to the midnight hour

Semi-clouded darkened night

Moonshine peeking through

One or two stars twinkling

Amidst the heavenly things

Feeling warm inside my soul

Thinking of good times of yore

Listening to sounds in passing

Bullfrogs croaking in the city!

Copyright © 06/29/2007

MahTame

The Summer Breeze

The smell of Summer in the Flowers Beauty of the leaves The fragrance
of
Love all around us
~
Feel it in your Heart it's there to see
The warmth of Loves touch someone gave to me The Fireflies the Crickets
with their sounds The storms the thunder lighting off the grown The
grass hoopers running all around
~
The June bugs peaking saying watch out for me The snakes under foot
wiggling and saying I dare you to touch me The Popsicles and
watermelons
with the heat of the day The Butterflies that come out to play
~
Bumble Bees along the Trees
Taking the nectar from Flowers near you and me
Take it all in grasp what you may
It's all in the summer Breeze of the day

Copyright ©2006 Butterfly Dancer

In Memory of Mohawk ZicaHota

Wind Outside my Window

Listening to the wind outside my window

Feeling the tension and worries of the day

Mellow away from this soul and calms in

Cracking the window, feeling its breezes

Rushing through the metal weaved screen

Air softly caressing across my sleepy body

Taking me back to memories of grandpa

And his farm on the hill of the Diamond R

Lying on a cot or old sofa feeling the wind

Through the old wooden window screens

Watching the pale, lacy sheers rise ‘n fall

Or sleeping on the grand patio on an old bed

Swing, swinging lightly back and forth

Branches sway as its leaves rustle and move

As the wind blows through them to and fro

What comfort on a weary soul to feel and

Hear the gentle winds blowing freely outside

Copyright © 06/21/2007 MahTame

Stormy Night Tonight

Storms passing through

Lots of lightening and

Loud, rumbles roaring

Across the dark sky

Pondering of the noise

Wondering if it is anger

Or just a passing phase

Fearless mongrel sleeps

Occasionally awakened

From boisterous claps

Of the thunderous night

Raindrops beating aloud

All across window panes

Or just running off roofs

Down the drainage pipe

Into the gardens and soil

Stormy skies cleansing

Polluted airways of life

Quenching thirsty land

Drenching downpours ‘n

Flooding cemented roads

Listening to the thunder

Rumbling above the earth

No more natural flash show

Time to quiet down and go

To slumber land peacefully

Copyright © 06/20/2007 MahTame

Sighting

Speeding toward me

on the ground..
wings outstretched. .
a shadow..earthbound

Lifting my eyes to the skies
I see the hawk as he flies..
his feathers reflecting the sun`s glint
Magnificent. .just magnificent...

June 2007 Faye Sizemore

(Faye Sizemore is a poet/writer, and has alot of her work published in the IWVPA war/club website. I am pleased to know this beautiful person.~~ mahtame)

Goin’ Fishing

Goin’ fishing, don’t know

If I’ll catch anything, but

Just want to go, anyways

Taking some fat, garden

Worms or use some store

Bought minnows for bait

Grasshoppers will do if

Nothing else, or run out

Maybe, or I just might

Catch a huge gray catfish

Or maybe a big fat bass

Ahh, shucks, only croppy!

Getting all tangled in line

Been poked from the hook

Catching and losing many

Only watching snakes or

Turtles stealing my catch

Ahh well, just keep fishing

Sweat in the evening sun

Spray on lots of skin-so-soft

To keep the mosquitoes away

Watching the evening dusk

Catching many a biting fish

Goin’ home empty-handed

Copyright © 06/16/2007 MahTame

Jardins, Gardens of Mine

Come with me sweet, old-fashioned rose

With the many petals of pale pinkness

Let’s go say hello to your cousin dear

Around the corner, still yet so young

She is of the reddish clan, and smaller

‘What have we here?’ sniffing the air

Lavender I see, how lovely and fair!

And so beautiful is your dazzling aroma

Nestling near the robust honeysuckles

Intertwining along a chain-link fence

Even the insects are jealous of each other

For such richness lies in your sweet nectar

Let us drown in the sea of lemon balm

Or dance around the purple Russian sage

‘Are we in Africa or in the wilderness?’

Noticing the tall orange tiger lilies yonder

‘Didn’t know we have tigers in our yard,

My sweet old-fashioned pinkish rose!’

Let us journey to the jardins of the front

Do you notice how round and full the

Purple flowers dressed on the butterfly bush?

‘What a lovely surprise, rose, to see mariposa

Flitting and alighting on tops its flora!’

Ahhh, the sweet smelling bearded irises

Have hung up their purple cloaks and left

Behind their long, slender green leaves

But, the old-fashioned country flora has

Weaved itself amongst the sedum that is

Waiting for the proper season to show off

It’s personal beauty of reds and orangeness

‘Did you know, miss rose, that oregano has

Flowers too? Such little flowers, but if you

Squeeze the leaves, aahh, how yum is its smell!’

And look here, such dainty reddish petunias

Sitting near the dainty pale purplish florets

What love and beauty lies in these jardins of love!

Copyright © 06/11/2007 MahTame

Roly-Poly

Watchin’ a roly-poly

Scurrying around my porch

Do your legs tire out?

Can you rest one while the others keep moving?

What destinations

Do you seek?

Is it the cool,

Concrete floor in the shade?

Are the leaves of ivy

Protecting you from the sun?

Where did you go little guy?

Copyright © 06/07/2007 Melanie C. Campos

Pine Tree

Some nine years ago

When you were only

About six inches tall

Watching my son’s

Glowing happiness

As your roots were being

Planted in the ground

Originally there were two of you

Only you survived

Now, standing tall, Mr. Pine

We tended to your needs

Watering, trimming,

Pruning, feeding

Through each season

Now look at your needles

Healthy and strong

How graceful you sway

As the wind glides through

Copyright © 06/07/20007 Melanie C. Campos

Windy Day, Today

The wind is quite blustery today

Blowing with all its might

Shaking limbs and tree branches

Making leaves twist and turn

Rushing breezes sounding strong

Like the incoming tides of the sea

No amount of pulling up long hair

Nor pinning it away, a hat is blown

And blinded by wisps of locks

‘Must cover my eyes, protect me,

For if I do not, surely dirt gets in’

But being still out of the wind

Watching the tree tops dancing

And listening to the sounds of wind

It is not angry nor sad, but wild ‘n free

Copyright © 06/06/2007 MahTame

Fleas, Fleas, Fleas

Why on earth

Have these buggers

Been allowed to be?

Such funky looking

Wee, biting things

Burrowing in the

Warmth of hairy follicles

Of the unaware being

Until the urge to itch

And scratch like mad

Poor doggies and cats

From flea collars,

Prescription meds

To over-the-counter

Tubes of stuff

Sonar devices ‘n sprays

Medicated shampoo

To the kill-the-flea bottle

Misery rules along with

Constant licking in

Trying to rid these

Bothersome, pesty fleas!

© 05/31/2007 mccampos

Snoop and Winnie Bo

Two cute mini dachshunds

Short-haired, soft, ‘n reddish brown

Both vying for attention

From the master’s love

If one has to be near her

The other must also

Sitting in a rocking recliner

Under a reddish serape

Typing away on the comp

Winnie Bo under left arm

Snoop down below near leg

Ahhh, the life of a dog

Lazily snoozing but ears

Remain alert or noses smelling

For homemade sopapillas or

Crumbs from tortillas

What lovely kisses from

Sweet Winnie Bo,

As Snoop watches from

Behind the laptop screen

This protective lass has

Come to stay for awhile

Keeping watch as if

She owns this home

What two funny dogs

With keen personalities

One must be ever near

As the other stays close by

© 05/26/2007 Melanie C. Campos

“Snoop”

Red, mini-dachsund

Silly, protective, mongrel

Watches over home

©Copyright Melanie C. Campos 04/24/2007

“Miles”

Big Weimaraner

Lankily running around

Squeaking toy in mouth

©Copyright Melanie C. Campos 04/24/2007

“Jax”

Jack Russel terrier

Zooming here, there, everywhere

Playful and loving

©Copyright Melanie C. Campos 04/24/2007

Tree

Come take me away

My dear tree

For you provide protection

Let me fly in

Your branches

As the wind blows through

I shall not breathe

As I take comfort

Among your cover

You give me freedom

From the abusive

Traitor of my body

You hold me tightly

Among your strong

Arms called branches

I can become you

As a camouflage

In the day and night

I am safe and

Unseen from the

Cruel predator seeking me

Thank you loving tree

For out of it

I have been given life

©Copyright 04/10/2007 Melanie C. Campos

 author's note: this poem was written after a buried memory came to the fore. A dear VietNam veteran said that the Trees give life, for they are a fortress and a protection from many things.