Red Spider Lilies in Autumn - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Red Spider Lilies

 

For Max

 

Who Magicked Autumn in with the Spider Lilies

 

Red spider lilies – we were speaking of them

And why somehow they hadn’t yet appeared

To call the oak leaves down upon the lawn

To dance among their equinoctial blooms

 

Red spider lilies – suddenly they are here!

Perhaps they only waited to be invited

We spoke, and they arose, laughing at us

And waving happily in the afternoon breeze

 

Red spider lilies – now autumn has begun

In late September’s glowing tawny sun

For Booger-Dog of Happy Memory - poem

  

Lawrence Hall, HSG

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For Booger-Dog of Happy Memory

 

And for his pet human Max

 

The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog.

 

-George Graham Vest

 

His fuzzy little bed is empty today

His dinner is untasted, his water bowl full

Awaiting his ungentlemanly slurps

And his favorite toy seems lonely and lost

 

He will not claim space on my pillow tonight

Nor chase dream rabbits while cuddling with me

Nor lick my nose to wake me up at…

(Geez, Booger, do you know what time it is!?)

Leaping and barking to be allowed outside

 

He will not bound into the kitchen at dawn

Happily barking his joy unto God

Circling and snuffling for his breakfast treat

A bit of bacon or egg from a loving hand

 

Because his brave little soul has flown

To wait for me at the foot of that glorious Throne