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Snap Shot

By Wayne F. Burke

strata of clouds

like furrows of

a ploughed field,

and pale blue sky

a jet cuts through

(on way to Timbuktu)

high above the hawks

slowly circling, and

lower down, crows

reserved and

wary

flying to & fro

their shadows flashing

over leaf-strewn ground.

Pssst

By Wayne F. Burke

Acumulus clouds above the

ridge line and

mostly blue sky, plus

warm sun,

but

an insistent wind too,

unceasing, refusing

to quit, and

whispering

that there may be

more–

more to come;

may yet be some more

of you know what–

I will not say it,

will not lay it on you–

do not need to,

right?

The Final Frontier

By Wayne F. Burke

the church steeple that

resembles a NASA rocket on the

launch pad at Cape Canaveral

suddenly rises, all engines on–

it is a GO

“we have a lift-off...”

Church fathers, mothers, and

brothers stare from

cupola windows

as the steeple elevates

into blue yonder

and disappears, on

way to exoplanet

Zircon-B

to start the first

Unitarian colony

in space.

To Name a Cat

By Old George

Someone left a cat with no name!

She is so sweet, so tame.

So I hade to give her a name.

I once knew a girl by the name of Alelia.

She was so beautiful like a princess!

Every one just loved her so.

It was like she spread sunshine where ever she’d go!

I thought what a nice name “Princess Alelia”!!

So I thought about it all day.

Then I named my little cat Gray!

GO FIGURE

Crows

By Wayne F. Burke

are owning the sky today:

big as dogs, with

raucous caws, swooping

through the rain.

Sort a Like Her

By Old George

It gives me such a thrill.

To see my favorite girl of “Trow Hill.”

She has the soft voice of a whippoorwill.

When I see her time stands still.

My heart races my palms sweat, I flush.

I don’t know why she’s so pretty!

She makes me feel as warm as a summer’s blue sky.

Makes me tingle all over.

A cold chill runs down my spine.

But it makes me feel so fine.

I always look to see if she has a yard sale or something free.

It gives me an excuse to stop and visit a while!

She has such a warm beautiful smile.

But I never let on, that I sorta like my “Trow Hill Girl.”

So she’ll never know I like her so.

I’ll just stay her secret admirer though.

Trow Hill Girl

By Old George

Of you I always dream.

In my dreams your face I see.

The only one for me.

Like a beautiful spring day.

The sap flows down the hill.

To make syrup as sweet as you.

On the meadow flowers will grow.

But none as nice as you.

The scent of apple blossoms fill the air.

For only you I care.

I only want to see you there.

While spring is in the air.

Till then “Trow Hill Girl” of you I’ll dream.

A Mother’s Last Wish

By Old George

Mommy loves you, though to heaven I had to go today.

The Lord called me home.

My work on earth is done.

Though Mommy had to go away.

In your hearts I’ll always stay.

Gently kiss Mommy’s icy brow.

As they close the lid down.

Seek one last glimpse of Mommy’s face.

Mommy wanted to stay to see you grown.

But the Lord has called me home.

Mommy is in heaven now.

In an angel’s home.

Look up to heaven on a sunny day.

Feel Mommy’s warm love for you.

Always be good, so you can join Mommy in heaven.

At Mommy’s grave bow your heads to pray.

While in eternal sleep Mommy lay.

As in life Mommy is waiting, to welcome

You to her heavenly home.

Kiss a flower as you place it upon Mommy’s grave.

To let Mommy know.

That from your heart,

Your love for Mommy will never go.

Birthday

By Kimberly Madura

fantasy and reality

blurred,

like watercolors

in the rain,

listening to Rachmaninoff

in Monet’s Giverny,

greens and blues in full relief,

lost and found

in the quiet rain,

only peace

Like a Star Lit Sky

By Old George

I look for my “Trow Hill Girl” as I drive by.

So in love am I.

But I’m too shy.

If I ask her, she’d only turn me down.

Laugh, make my heart cry!

I’m too ugly, too shy.

She’s as beautiful as a star lit sky!

So why would she want someone as I?

There’s a tree in the meadow.

Where the red poll sings a song,

As beautiful as the “Trow Hill Girl of my dreams!”

The idea of Go Figure is to arrive at the figure given at

the bottom and right-hand columns of the diagram by

following the arithmetic signs in the order they are given

(that is, from left to right and top to bottom). Use only the

numbers below the diagram to complete its blank

squares and use each of the nine numbers only once.

page 24 The WORLD April 27, 2022

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