Part 4 (1/2)

Word to the Wise

Little lady never pray A ring of gold to wear Lest you find it in your nose - Much to your despair!

Results

I have never asked for much From this world's anointed: Strange to say from day to day I've not been disappointed!

Why?

The lady 'neath the smallest hat Is often very short and fat; While ”slivers”, slick and very tall Wear cartwheels, like a parasol!

Aspiration

I'd like to be a critic But one who didn't write Then, when I gouged their eyes out They couldn't turn and bite!

Island Parting (Muskoka)

How hard it is to say ”good-by” to an Island, Rising tall, with its trees out of clear water Tawny in the shallows.

Here, white birches bare their s.h.i.+ning bones To summer moonlight; And one blue heron lifts himself with terrible beauty Into the evening.

I cannot say why Islands do this to me.

I only know that putting out into the open gap Bound for the Mainland Is like loosing hands with one you love Too much!

Photogenic

It must be nice to be photogenic; To not have to get in to a panic When you ”see the birdie”.

To just sit there . . . smug . . .

While they snap your mug.

And to know you'll look like Garbo . . . or Hedy Lamarr In the finished photo.