longing

today i feel a longing,

not sure what it's for,

is it here inside my house,

or outside of the door.

will i find it when i go to church,

i guess i'll wait and see,

but of one thing i am certain,

something's calling me.

spring techno lament

springtime is here, but it's making me sad,

i saw a young boy, at the park with his dad,

the child sat and played, in the sand all alone,

while the dad spent his time, attached to his phone.

i love my spring walks, when I hear the birds sing,

it helps me unwind, and think about things.

but it seems that's a pleasure, i could soon forget,

if i'm unable from technology, to disconnect.

i taught my young children, the sound made by a bird,

but now the word "tweet", means the cell phone i've heard.

undivided attention, is becoming extinct.

and precious moments get ruined, when my cell phone rings.

my friends and my kids, need to feel free to relate,

without fear that their presence, is just second rate.

so i need to decide, how much is enough,

and sometimes must choose, to turn everything off.

the path

hooray! hooray!
today's the day,
the snow has nearly gone away!

the path is open,
we walked right through,
such a happy thing to do.

finally, our walks are safe,
no fear of falls,
this is so great.

you never know,
you missed it so,
till it returns and you can go.

saturday morning housework

under all the dirt and dog hair,

underneath the piles of stuff,

lies a home that's really gorgeous,

because this home is filled with love.

if i clean the house this morning,

if i vacuum and i dust,

i can spend the afternoon,

trying not to mess it up.

i can sit and do some reading,

i can make a card or two,

so i'd better stop my rhyming,

because there is so much to do.

the wonders of winter, have often been penned,

but my greatest wonder, is when will it end.

my funny valentine

hooray! hooray! it's valentine's day,

so do something sweet, and send me a treat,

if treats are too costly, just send me a hug,

'cuz i'm your one and only, sweet valentine's pug.

winter waking

the snow blowers are blowing,

and snow plows rumble by,

can't hear those roosters crowing,

the sun's not in the sky.

the shovels scrape the sidewalks,

so kids can get to school,

i don't need my loud alarm clock,

the noise outside will do.

another minnesota morning,

and "you betcha" it's sure cold,

i dream of global warming,

and summer days of old.