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Baby Boomers

Proud parents’
View of nursery
And newborns.

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Where’s Mine?

Search is like
Looking for needle
In bike rack.

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God’s Glory And Man’s

Ah, the nights!
There are the stars and
Manmade lights.

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Boomers – photo by Michael and Christa Richert at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nvXiu90/organic+seedlings

Mine – photo by Morten Meyer at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mncUC2a/Bikes+parked+in+Amsterdam

Glory – photo by Alex Bruda at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/myYjM5u/Vienna

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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, 2015.

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…………………Stars

How countlessly they congregate
O’er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow! – 

As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible as dawn – 

And yet with neither love nor hate
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.

 

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   The Poet And His Songs

As the birds come in the Spring,
   We know not from where;
As the stars come at evening
   From depths of the air; 

As the rain comes from the cloud,
   And the brook from the ground;
As suddenly, low or loud,
   Out of silence a sound; 

As the grape comes to the vine,
   The fruit to the tree;
As the wind comes to the pine,
   And the tide to the sea; 

As come the white sails of ships
   O’er the ocean’s verge;
As comes the smile to the lips,
   The foam to the surge; 

So come to the Poet his songs,
   All hitherward blow
From the misty realm, that belongs
   To the vast Unknown. 

His, and not his, are the lays
   He sings; and their fame
Is his, and not his; and the praise
   And the pride of a name. 

For voices pursue him by day,
   And haunt him by night,
And he listens, and needs must obey,
   When the Angel says, “Write!”

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