On tender thought
I think of you
Your kind heart
Your words so true.
A personality
You often share
Your great love
And time you spare.
Your sweet spirit
Soft spoken word
Your great presence
I’m pulled toward.
Now I must ask
On tender thought
Don’t stop sharing
Your kind heart.
Randa Lee Hanes
Written in 2004
Copyright ©2010 Randa Lee Hanes
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
The Blue Jays sing a song of Earth
The Blue Jays sing a song of earth –
But not as beautiful as mine
I look out the window and spring is gone –
But Summer will come in Time.
Yet Summer will leave
And Fall will come bringing Winter Along –
The Flowers will die – Leaves will fall –
Killing the Blue Jay’s Song.
The Cardinal Reds and Blue Jays come
They’ll fight for Sea and Land –
Like so many years ago –
With the British and Americans.
Now the Thaw has come
And the Birds are Back –
Some have Died – Some have been born –
The Song of the Blue Jay’s is Back.
Randa Lee Hanes
Written in the style of Emily Dickinson in 2004
Copyright ©2010 Randa Lee Hanes
But not as beautiful as mine
I look out the window and spring is gone –
But Summer will come in Time.
Yet Summer will leave
And Fall will come bringing Winter Along –
The Flowers will die – Leaves will fall –
Killing the Blue Jay’s Song.
The Cardinal Reds and Blue Jays come
They’ll fight for Sea and Land –
Like so many years ago –
With the British and Americans.
Now the Thaw has come
And the Birds are Back –
Some have Died – Some have been born –
The Song of the Blue Jay’s is Back.
Randa Lee Hanes
Written in the style of Emily Dickinson in 2004
Copyright ©2010 Randa Lee Hanes
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
A Drummer's Song
The drums roll
The symbols crash
The bass’ pound
A drummer’s song.
The timpani sounds
The snares beat
The bongos tap
A drummer’s song.
Without the drummer
The band would die
So don’t ever forget
The drummer’s song.
Randa Lee Hanes
Written in 2003
Copyright ©2010 Randa Lee Hanes
The symbols crash
The bass’ pound
A drummer’s song.
The timpani sounds
The snares beat
The bongos tap
A drummer’s song.
Without the drummer
The band would die
So don’t ever forget
The drummer’s song.
Randa Lee Hanes
Written in 2003
Copyright ©2010 Randa Lee Hanes
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Irish Hills
The music rings
Through Irish hills
Fiddles, guitars, and banjos
Through lakes, streams,
And riverside mills.
Oh, the Irish lad
Sings the fiddler’s song
And climbs Irish hills
As the day is long.
The song of the drunken
Young Irish man
Is foolish and dumb
With rum in hand.
Upon the very top
Of an Irish hill
Is the Blarney Castle
With stone kissing will.
Randa Lee Hanes
Written in 2003
Copyright ©2010 Randa Lee Hanes
Through Irish hills
Fiddles, guitars, and banjos
Through lakes, streams,
And riverside mills.
Oh, the Irish lad
Sings the fiddler’s song
And climbs Irish hills
As the day is long.
The song of the drunken
Young Irish man
Is foolish and dumb
With rum in hand.
Upon the very top
Of an Irish hill
Is the Blarney Castle
With stone kissing will.
Randa Lee Hanes
Written in 2003
Copyright ©2010 Randa Lee Hanes
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Grandpa
I remember some things about you
Like your face and m&m’s
Your little house and wiener dogs
And other odds and ends.
My heart is full of love for you
I never will forget
I didn’t get to say goodbye
My parents still regret.
Someday I’ll tell my children
How good you were to me
Their great-grandpa Ronnald Hanes
Was the best grandpa he could be.
~This poem is dedicated to my Grandpa Hanes who died when I was 5 years-old.
Randa Lee Hanes
Written in 2004
Copyright ©2010 Randa Lee Hanes
Like your face and m&m’s
Your little house and wiener dogs
And other odds and ends.
My heart is full of love for you
I never will forget
I didn’t get to say goodbye
My parents still regret.
Someday I’ll tell my children
How good you were to me
Their great-grandpa Ronnald Hanes
Was the best grandpa he could be.
~This poem is dedicated to my Grandpa Hanes who died when I was 5 years-old.
Randa Lee Hanes
Written in 2004
Copyright ©2010 Randa Lee Hanes
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