Weekly Contest
Classic poem of the day
T HEY'LL come again to the apple tree—
—Robin and all the rest—
When the orchard branches are fair to see,
—In the snow of the blossoms dressed;
And the prettiest thing in the world will be
—The building of the nest.
Weaving it well, so round and trim,
—Hollowing it with care,—
Nothing too far away for him,
—Nothing for her too fair,—
Hanging it safe on the topmost limb,
—Their castle in the air.
Ah! mother bird, you'll have weary days
—When the eggs are under your breast,
And shadow may darken the dancing rays
—When the wee ones leave the nest;
But they'll find their wings in a glad amaze,
—And God will see to the rest.
So come to the trees with all your train
—When the apple blossoms blow;
Through the April shimmer of sun and rain,
—Go flying to and fro;
And sing to our hearts as we watch again
—Your fairy building grow.
member poem of the day
The honeyed morn, that you were born… my heart was filled with ache. I saw Ginkgo’s morph to gold, I saw eyeballs curdle cold. You nursed as though, don’t go, don’t go, this pulse is all I know. You’ll know, my love, soon, my love, where beauty lives with brute. All winter through, I heard you coo… My heart I thought would break. There were snowflakes sailing high. There were mourners heaving cry. You squirmed as though, don’t go, don’t go, this warmth is all I know. Stay sweet, my love, you’ll know, my love, where laughter lives with loss. In springtime drip, I watched you flip… My heart began to quake. There was sparkling morning grass. There was oozing poison gas. You rolled as though, don’t go, don’t go, your help is all I know. Stay close, my love, you’ll know, my love, where flourish lives with fear. The muggy day, I watched you sway… this day I could not take....
