Weathered and Gray

A fence rail weathered and gray
By rain, sun, storm, of many season's day 
Hear I the whispering echoes of a tree
Once a mighty bough with nesting birds it be

With purpose anew it stands ever firm

Its beauty shall we in heart discern

It holds many a tale in its present disguise

Life, time and a knowing wise.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo Credit: redandthepeanut.blogspot.com

A Visit ~ You Sing Your Song

You Sing Your Song

At a wood crafted table

Weathered, grayed

By rain, sun and shade

The silent echoes of trees

From which it was made

A robin red breast near

Its song a knowing wise

For it too sees the tree

In its now present disguise

So still, so quiet, I to be

To keep that robin near 

On the lookout by me

Not pained by days past

Not burdened with lessons of history

No fear to soar the sky

No doubt in moment present

Little bird, little bird

You sing your song

And ALL is known.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Fence Post Lookout, Photograph, Stephen Baird, 2009, http://www.nikonsniper.blogspot.com