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Meowpan – Cats Island

Happy International Cat Day!

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August 8, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

A July Day

by Eben Eugene Rexford

In idle mood, this happy day,

I let the moments drift away;

I lie among the tangled grass

And watch the crinkling billows pass

O’er seas of clover. Like a tide

That sets across the meadow wide,

The crimson-crested ripples run

From isles of shade to shores of sun;

And one white lily seems to be

A sail upon this summer sea,

Blown northward, bringing me, to-day,

A fragrant freight from far Cathay.

Low as the wind that waves the rose

In gardens where the poppy grows,

And sweet as bells heard far away,

A robin sings his song to-day;

Sings softly, by his hidden nest,

A little roundelay of rest;

And as the wind his dwelling swings

He dreams his dream of unfledged wings,

While, blending with his song, I hear

A brook’s low babble, somewhere near.

A glory wraps the hills, and seems

To weave an atmosphere of dreams

About the mountain’s kingly crest

As sinks the sun adown the west.

Earth seems to sit with folded hands

In peace he only understands

Who has no care, no vain regret,

No sorrow he would fain forget,

And like a child upon her breast

I lie, this happy day, and rest.

The ” green things growing ” whisper me

Of many an earth-old mystery;

Of blossoms hiding in the mold,

And what the acorn-cups enfold;

Of life unseen by eyes too dim

To look through Nature up to Him

Who writes the poem of the year

For human heart, and eye, and ear.

O summer day, surpassing fair,

With hints of heaven in earth and air,

Not long I keep you in my hold —

The book is closed — the tale is told.

The valley fills with amber mist;

The sky is gold and amethyst.

Soft, soft and low, and silver clear

The robin’s vesper hymn I hear,

And see the stars lit, one by one.

The happy summer day is done.

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July 1, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

The Summer Day

by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

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June 19, 2019 at 8:25 pm 1 comment

En juin…

En juin, soleil qui donne n’a jamais ruiné personne.

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June 5, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

We wreathe the red, and white, and blue

Soldier’s Memorial Day,” words by Mary B.C. Slade and music by W.O. Perkins, 1870.

When flow’ry Summer is at hand,
And Spring has gemm’d the earth with bloom,
We hither bring, with loving hand,
Bright flow’rs to deck our soldier’s tomb.
Gentle birds above are sweetly singing
O’er the graves of heroes brave and true;
While the sweetest flow’rs we are bringing,
Wreath’d in garlands of red, white and blue.

With snowy hawthorn, clusters white,
Fair violets of heav’nly blue,
And early roses, fresh and bright,
We wreathe the red, and white, and blue.

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May 30, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Ground Bees of Satwiwa

Happy World Bee Day

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May 20, 2019 at 5:20 am Leave a comment

Dance Evolution

Happy International Dance Day!

April 29, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

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