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From where I sit, the wind is getting shrill.
But that is strange, because I look outside
And see the cedars sitting somewhat still,
Their quiet demeanor almost dignified.

Ah! there it is again, a whistle, howl.
My glance is quick; perhaps the cedars move,
But not so much to justify the growl.
The sight I see does not the noise prove.

I put the two together, keep my eyes
Upon the cedar tops thrust up like spears.
A gust then flattens them, to my surprise,
While from the chimney, wind howls for my ears.

Our senses and good sources, hand in hand,
Or ear and eye, join so we understand.


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

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I built a chimney for a comrade old,
I did the service not for hope of hire –
And then I travelled on in winter’s cold
Yet all the way I glowed before the fire.

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milkay4

(sent in Christmas cards 2015)

The colors red and green, those two,
Are Christmas colors, yuletide’s cue,
As though its season after fall
Invites us to another ball.

Green is the holly; green the tree,
And green some stockings that we see.
Green is the mistletoe we hang;
From which some Christmas kissing sprang.

Red are the balls upon the tree;
Red are some stockings filled with glee.
Red’s Santa in his jolly suit,
Until he slides down chimney’s chute.

When put together, red and green,
Have one important thing they mean:
A treasure stored up in the heart
That one adds to, but will not part.

We often dream of one more hue
A blanket thicker than the dew –
A coat of snow that covers all,
A Christmas white that will enthrall.

But topped or not with whipping cream,
Our faces fill with Christmas gleam.
It leaves for us a colored print
Of just how much the season meant.

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photo by Michael Pohl at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mILkay4/Christmas+Bubbles

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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Choo Choo Chimney

The top view
While rounding a bend
On great train.

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Real, Different

It all looks
Like funny money
When foreign.

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Bleak

Death Valley
Not one bit of life.
Dead valley.

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Choo Choo – photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nFtG7QS/Long+roof

Real – photo by Jean Scheijen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mWk4jSE/Money+Money

Bleak – photo by Rinske Blok-van Middendorp at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/miblSa6/Death+Valley

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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, 2014.

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And Jane

Jungle gym
Looks like it’s missing
Jungle Jim.

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Chimney

Wind or not –
Always from this one
The smoke swirls.

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Resting

Little kids
Tire me out.  E’en their
Shoes tire first.

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Jane – photo by Michael and Christa Richert at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mYRpBwG/monkey+bars+playground

Chimney – photo by Eve Blackwood at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nZ1bqi2/twisted+chimney

Resting – photo by Robert (sulaco229) at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mwMPT7C/Child+shoes

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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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