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Northern Toll Road

(Photo credit: Mr Munnings on Tour)

              Toll Road

A letter came the other day,
   A most official note.
It was demanding in its way
   (We’ll take you by the throat!). 

You drove upon our road, it said,
   And so we tolled you so.
And since this bill you now have read
   We now have told you so. 

So cough up quickly!  Hear us now!
   This dun won’t go away.
Ours is a very threatening vow:
   You surely have to pay. 

I mulled it over thoroughly
   As tongues will probe a tooth.
And came, at last, it seems to me,
   To an important truth. 

I’ve liked the free way all my days
   And that’s the way I go.
Toll man – I’ll find some other ways.
   And now, I’ve told you so.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

 

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Be a full wind. Bark Kruzenshtern. 1989

Bark Kruzenshtern. 1989 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
   A wind that follows fast
And fills the white and rustling sail
   And bends the gallant mast;
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
   While like the eagle free
Away the good ship flies, and leaves
   Old England on the lee. 

O for a soft and gentle wind!
   I heard a fair one cry;
But give to me the snoring breeze
   And white waves heaving high;
And white waves heaving high, my lads,
   The good ship tight and free –
The world of waters is our home,
   And merry men are we. 

There’s tempest in yon horned moon,
   And lightning in yon cloud;
But hark the music, mariners!
   The wind is piping loud;
The wind is piping loud, my boys,
   The lightning flashes free –
While the hollow oak our palace is,
   Our heritage the sea.

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Potted Plants

What grows here?
Two plants that we call
Cat’s whiskers.

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Owl Let You Know

I’m asking:
Who is the wise guy?
Who, who, who?

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The Ocean, The World

Oh, just look!
So much sea to see!
The joy!

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Plants – photo by Carol Herak-Kramberger at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n7Lc6Mg/Kittens+in+a+pot+3

Owl – photo by tinneketin at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/moRH9SM/Owls+in+a+tree+%21

Ocean – photo by Justyna Furmanczyk at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mqytZZM/enjoy+the+life

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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“Now I lay me down to sleep:
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,”
Was my childhood’s early prayer
Taught by my mother’s love and care.
Many years since then have fled;
Mother slumbers with the dead;
Yet methinks I see her now,
With love-lit eye and holy brow,
As, kneeling by her side to pray,
She gently taught me how to say,
“Now I lay me down to sleep:
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.”

Oh! could the faith of childhood days,
Oh! could its little hymns of praise,
Oh! could its simple joyous trust
Be recreated from the dust
That lies around a wasted life,
The fruit of many a bitter strife!
Oh! then at night in prayer I’d bend,
And call my God, my Father, Friend,
And pray with childlike faith once more
The prayer my mother taught of yore, –
“Now I lay me down to sleep:

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.”

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English: Picture of graves decorated with flag...

Arlington National Cemetery (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Memorial Day

On this day and on all others,
   With a sense of legacy,
Know your freedom’s bought, our brothers –
   Keep in mind our memory. 

Teach your children what we’ve suffered;
   Tell your tots the price we paid;
Let them know that lives were offered
   So they learn how freedom’s weighed. 

Pass it to the next begetting,
   Like an heirloom handed down,
So there’s no one that’s forgetting;
   Keep it green, not dried and brown. 

Let them know we died in trenches;
   Tell them graves are ‘neath the sea;
E’en in the air, we felt death’s pinches;
   Our last words – pained poetry. 

In the flag, our blood stains ripple,
   Highest cost for liberty.
Drench the youth or daily stipple
   With the paint of history. 

Tell your children of our treasure:
   Wives and babies left behind –
S
acrifice that’s without measure;
   Depth of heartache undefined. 

Dead in graves aren’t all that’s buried
   Widows, orphans shattered, too;
Joy and peace to Hades ferried
   Left? A lifetime full of rue. 

That we did for precious freedom,
   Knowing cost before we went.
Never treat us like a wee crumb,
   Like a worthless copper cent. 

Ring the bell throughout the ages;
   Tell our tale, how freedom’s bought.
Let our stories fill the pages;
   We ask no more than what we ought.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

 

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            Betrayal

Still as of old
Men by themselves are priced –
For thirty pieces Judas sold
Himself, not Christ.

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Before I woke,
The fog rose from its river bed,
   And stepped across the strand
With muted feet, and careful tread,
   Crossed trees and roofs and land. 

Before I worked,
The wisps, like ghostly armies, fought,
   And won a war like night
Wins nightly ‘cause it softly wrought
   Surrender of one’s sight. 

Before I rose,
The silent soldiers as a mass
   Caused sky and land to meet.
When each for other both could pass,
   Their labor was complete. 

And then, I woke
With beams and warmed – my daily reign,
   My place as king of day –
And worked.  My toil was not in vain.
   I melted fog away.

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photo by Lynne Lancaster at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mrnQcoW/Misty+Morning

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

 

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Engraving of the famous sea-battle involving J...

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)


The Yankee Man-Of-War

‘Tis of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars,
And the whistling wind from the west-nor’-west blew through the pitch-     pine spars;
With her starboard tacks aboard, my boys, she hung upon the gale;
On an autumn night we raised the light on the old Head of Kinsale. 

It was a clear and cloudless night, and the wind blew steady and strong,
As gaily over the sparkling deep our good ship bowled along;
With the foaming seas beneath her bow the fiery waves she spread,
And bending low her bosom of snow, she buried her lee cat-head. 

There was no talk of short’ning sail by him who walked the poop,
And under the press of her pond’ring jib, the boom bent like a hoop!
And the groaning water-ways told the strain that held her stout main-tack,
But he only laughed as he glanced aloft at a white and silvery track. 

The mid-tide meets in the Channel waves that flow from shore to shore,
And the mist hung heavy upon the land from Featherstone to Dunmore,
And that sterling light in Tusker Rock where the old bell tolls each hour,
And the beacon light that shone so bright was quenched on Waterford Tower. 

What looms upon our starboard bow?  What hangs upon the breeze?
‘Tis time our good ship hauled her wind abreast the old Saltees,
For by her ponderous press of sail and by her consorts four
We saw our morning visitor was a British man-of-war. 

Up spake our noble Captain then, as a shot ahead us past –
“Haul snug your flowing courses! lay your topsail to the mast!”
Those Englishmen gave three loud hurrahs from the deck of their covered ark,
And we answered back by a solid broadside from the decks of our patriot bark. 

“Out booms! out booms!” our skipper cried, “out booms and give her sheet,”
And the swiftest keel that was ever launched shot ahead of the British fleet,
And amidst a thundering shower of shot, with stun’-sails hoisting away,
Down the North Channel Paul Jones did steer just at the break of day.

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A White Lie

To say that
I came by limo
Stretches truth.

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Pantheists

They are those
Who worship nature –
Tree huggers.

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Kitty Gossip

Oh, that porch!
It’s not a place for
Long-tailed cats.

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Lie – photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhisF3A/Limousine

Pantheism – photo by Bill Davenport at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mg1RD54/Hug+a+Tree%21

Gossip – photo by Robert Linder at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mg1RD54/Hug+a+Tree%21

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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                   Sweet Peril

Alas, how easily things go wrong!
A sigh too much, or a kiss too long,
And there follows a mist and a weeping rain,
And life is never the same again. 

Alas, how hardly things go right!
‘Tis hard to watch in a summer night,
For the sigh will come, and the kiss will stay,
And the summer night is a wintry day. 

And yet how easily things go right,
If the sigh and a kiss of a summer’s night
Come deep from the soul in the stronger ray
That is born in the light of the winter’s day.

And things can never go badly wrong
If the heart is true and the love be strong,
For the mist, if it comes, and the weeping rain
Will be changed by the love into sunshine again.

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