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Let’s Go!

Through sitting.
Head for the water.
Take a dip.

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Roosting And Resting

Long-beaked birds
Watching the sunset.
Whooping cranes?

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Flower Flow

Man’s blossom.
Watering so that
Beauty blooms.

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Go – photo by Kevin Tuck at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/po9mCKW/Pond+with+geese

Roosting – photo by Littleman (Jef) at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ml6lIVU/Crane

Flow – photo by Gesine Kuhlmann at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nCvlk7I/Flower+shower

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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, 2016.

 

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Saluting Lenin

A coin
Salutes cause of great
Misery.

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Beached

Those beached whales
Are just mimicking
Fishing boats.

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Most Precious

Yellow bloom
Midst yellow flowers
Growing child.

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Lenin – photo by Michal Zacharzewski at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhiyq0I/Lenin%27s+decoration

Beached – photo by jonfletch (Jon) at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/moQdcT0/Fishing+Boat

Precious – photo by Maciej Lewandowski at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mf90Iye/Flowers
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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, 2016.

 

 

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The Morning after Woe –
‘Tis frequently the Way –
Surpasses all that rose before –
For utter Jubilee – 

As Nature did not care –
And piled her Blossoms on –
And further to parade a Joy
Her Victim stared upon – 

The Birds declaim their Tunes –
Pronouncing every word
Like Hammers – Did they know they fell
Like Litanies of Lead – 

On here and there – a creature –
They’d modify the Glee
To fit some Crucifixal Clef –
Some Key of Calvary –

 

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It’s Spring!

The pastures dead in winter live;
The grass and all the trees
Are shades of green – glorious green!
That ripple in the breeze.

Each tree is one grand blossomed bloom;
Green petal-leaves abound.
A carpet layer also laid
Fresh carpet for the ground

It’s spring! – the yellow, gold, and blue,
The purple, white and red!
It seems a rainbow river runs
Within earth’s riverbed.

It’s spring! It’s spring! New life springs forth;
It bubbles like a brook.
The colors burst into the world,
“At me! No, me! Just look!”

A pair of mated redbirds flash;
The little bluebells ring.
The hummingbirds are back to flit –
It’s spring! It’s spring! It’s spring!

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photo by Betty Wolverton-George at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nxw6cIU/Glory+of+Spring

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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Nathaniel Currier and James Merritt Ives

Image via Wikipedia

     The Blue And The Gray

By the flow of the inland river,
   Whence the fleets of iron have fled,
Where the blades of the grave grass quiver,
   Asleep are the ranks of the dead; –
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      Under the one, the Blue;
          Under the other, the Gray.

These in the robings of glory,
   Those in the gloom of defeat,
All with the battle blood gory,
   In the dusk of eternity meet; –
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      Under the laurel, the Blue;
         Under the willow, the Gray.

From the silence of sorrowful hours
   The desolate mourners go,
Lovingly laden with flowers
   Alike for the friend and the foe, –
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      Under the roses, the Blue;
         Under the lilies, the Gray.

So with an equal splendor
   The morning sun rays fall,
With a touch, impartially tender,
   On the blossoms blooming for all; –
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      ‘Broidered with gold, the Blue;
         Mellowed with gold, the Gray.

So, when the summer calleth,
   On forest and field of grain
With an equal murmur falleth
   The cooling drip of the rain; –
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      Wet with the rain, the Blue;
         Wet with the rain, the Gray.

Sadly, but not with upbraiding,
   The generous deed was done;
In the storm of the years that are fading,
   No braver battle was won; –
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      Under the blossoms, the Blue;
         Under the garlands, the Gray.

No more shall the war cry sever,
   Or the winding rivers be red;
They banish our anger forever
   When they laurel the graves of our dead!
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      Love and tears for the Blue,
         Tears and love for the Gray.

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Image: Currier and Ives

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