[JustAmy]

Say This About Redbuds

Say this about redbuds when they bloom,
They are a challenge to winter's gloom.

They are beauty, the dawn and spring,
They are music that sky-larks sing.

They are tapers which light the dark,
To the lost a gleam, to the clod a spark.

They are the light from sun and star
Showing us where the heavens are.

Redbuds are ecstasy past all art,
They are gladness which lifts the heart.

By Laressa Cox McBurney
Published in Always The Prairie in 1949

Another poem by my Great-Aunt, Laressa Cox McBurney.

[JustAmy]

I Hear America singing

I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day- at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

- Walt Whitman -

[visualops]

We have alot of those trees around here. They look great when in bloom but I have to say, they are not particularly attractive the rest of the year LOL!

[Billie]

Good morning, Amy and Amy's Place Poets, Writers, and Readers.

Redbuds are one of my favorite flowering trees - love reading your aunt's poems!