Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘white robes’

The San Francisco hills are, day by day,
A mystery that never goes away.
Some need a revelation so they’ll know
Why they put on the purest iv’ry show.

They daily seem to smoke as if on fire,
And wear their white robes like a virgin choir.
But on their slopes there is no leaping flame
That Smoking Mountains would become their name.

Though Twain deemed San Francisco summer’s cold
No one who knows would be so wrong and bold
To say the hills, upon their heads, wear snow
So they are white and wise like old men grow.

It really is too complex to explain
The factors here in my too short refrain.
So, in the end, my simple answer’s that
On San Francisco hills sits Sandburg’s cat.

——————————————————

© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

——————————————————

Mark Twain supposedly said, “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.”

Fog by Carl Sandburg:
https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/06/10/fog-by-carl-sandburg/

If Sandburg’s Cat Were Mine:
https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2015/01/14/if-sandburgs-cat-were-mine-by-dennis-lange/

Read Full Post »

 

Wisdom Passed Down

Musty pages, yellowed pages –
From past ages for the ages:

Though you’re not in white robes dressed,
Though no beard hangs to your chest,
Though none for you climb mountain peaks,
Your old wisdom wise man seeks.

Musty pages, yellowed pages –
From past ages for the ages.

————————————————-

(photo by TACLUDA at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mY7JR4O/old+books )

————————————————-

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

Read Full Post »