Posts Tagged ‘granddaughter’

Has asked all winter
‘Bout lizards.


Wait, I said,
Wait until summer
When it warms.


Today was
Warm spring day
Near 90.


So we looked.
High, spending the night
Six lizards!


The photograph is mine, taken of a lizard decoration on
the front of the house, under the porch, with a lizard
like those we saw last night.



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



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I picked her up and put her in her seat.
When placed, she asked me why my arm was wet.
“My arm is wet?” I asked. “It is the heat.
The sun is beating down; I bead with sweat.”

I bridged to what we’d talked about before:
I’d told her how the mornings paint the grass
With little pearls that wet the verdant floor,
That water and the sun bring that to pass.

So when she walked the lawn with tender feet,
Her toes were tickled and were watered too.
“With that, my child, my story is complete –
Upon my arm, the sun has raised a dew.”


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

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…….Through Thick And Thin

(the poem is about my granddaughter,
                  now almost 3.) 

I called her scratchings spider webs,
The first one brought to me.
She calls her scratchings spider webs,
Now drawn deliberately. 

Sometimes I am her audience;
I clap and lavish praise
For song or dance or toddler art.
I’m sunshine on her days. 

Sometimes we partner in the scratch;
I draw the spider in.
And by web-weaving we are bound,
One thick in years, one thin. 

I water well this growing plant,
Protect from sun and storm.
I’m now remaining young at heart
With her, my magic charm.


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


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Princess Tess (2)

Said the Princess, “something”, but the parents didn’t hear.
And thus they asked, “What’s that, our precious little dear?”
So Princess Tess, who’s not yet four, began to spell it out,
“O T R E” and “X Y Z”, “Or do I have to shout?”


photo by melodi2 (Lee) at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mjYztek/Princess+headwear+1


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


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Rip Van Winkle Illustration by NC Wyeth

     From Womb To Womb

My grand granddaughter sleeps a lot;
   She’s waking to the world,
Like Rip Van Winkle must have stretched
   When consciousness was swirled.

My old old father sleeps a lot,
   Retreating from the world.
I visit, finding him asleep
   In chair, or in bed, curled.

And so it seems, at the extremes
   Of life upon the earth,
There is a differing sameness
   In exit and in birth.


image of Rip Van Winkle via Wikipedia


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.

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