The Seasons: A Poem

Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai

Homeschooling

The reasons I like homeschooling - #1


I can teach while I am still in my pajamas.

Comments

Sarah Reinhard said…
This reminds me of those commercials one of those local colleges did not too long ago (radio) - was it Columbus State? Anyway, you could put together something for homeschooling. Oh yeah. Come on now, I think that was a challenge...
James M. Hahn said…
Are you issuing a challenge to me to reveal my reasons to homeschool or make a radio commercial? I can do either...blindfolded....bring it!
Sarah Reinhard said…
I had meant the commercial - but why not try BOTH??? :)