“Curtain Call”
Close the Newspaper, Turn-off the T.V.
Shutdown the Computer, and sit now with me –
The Paper, though quiet, Speaks boldly by ink,
Bad news on the doorstep, A world on the Brink –
The T.V. has told you What it wants you to know –
Murder and Mayhem are the stars of the show.
The Computer, uncaring, Will give you a ride
To the dark side of town, where evil resides.
Sit, as I’ve said, and I’m sure you’ll agree –
The porch in the evening Is a cool place to be.
Settle then in, to a thick cushioned chair,
Kickoff your shoes, Mother Nature won’t care!
For, She is the reason, every evening I go
To this same Wicker Chair To take in her show –
Every Eve, at this time She will miss not a beat,
As a Symphony of birds Herald daylights retreat –
A chorus of Cardinals, Robins and Wrens,
Fill the wood line with song, as lowlight descends.
Fading to silence day’s curtain comes down –
And, as if on cue, Nightlife abounds.
The footlights come up, A soft golden glow
Firefly’s, disarrayed, off and on steal the show
A rustle of leaves, opportunity seized,
A field mouse for dinner, A Owl appetite appeased
The whirling begins, Crickets kick up their feet –
Thousands join in, Evening to greet.
Katydids and fat locusts with no place to go
Rhythmically challenged, Hit or miss, join the show –
Their slow-starting engines build up to speed,
Run out of Gas, and slowly recede.
A full Summer moon, casts her soft silken glow –
As a floodlight from Heaven, On this God ordained show –
Lulled by the music I begin then to nod –
For peace overwhelms me, On my Porch with my God –
James Anthony Thomas |
