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March Winds Near Spring

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***** Wedding Winds Blow

Wedding bells barely heard were ringing
while March winds were grandly swinging
cloudy threats across the lowland plains.
Could they get to the church before the rain?

Wedding guests in pairs were mightily struggling,
headed to the church doors while snuggling
against March winds’ threatening flows.
Would they remain upright, or fall down low?

In they blew ahead of the brewing
of the winds of March’s stewing,
and all in one crowded position.
Were they neat enough for admission?

With much ado they unsteadily went, shaking
away the March winds’ loud awakening,
noisily seeking their assigned pews.
Would they cease their fretting, catlike mews?

Then many families, fretfully people-arranging
after March winds’ sulky misbehaving,
were fraught with sitting in single rows.
Would they all need identifying bows?

In the basement’s little chamber below, glowing
parties of the wedding soon began showing
stress from March winds bent on giving them tests.
Would the crowd above stop being argumentative pests?

Out of the raining storm, came the bride careening,
certainly wishing and wanting to stop her leaning,
and finally beating off the March winds’ tearing.
Would the bride and groom ever reach their pairing?

Late-appearing and smeared, the bride’s arriving
in the March winds’ pounding and stiff driving,
raining affair, caused a horrible, silly fuss.
Would the groom’s stress add to his bride’s muss?

Rows and pews decided, those needing straying
from seats for bathroom breaks were praying
for less of the March winds’ blustery bellow.
Could each person rest and become mellow?

Front-side organs spewed the bride’s walking
song, bringing the crowd’s end to talking.
Outside March winds still shouted and raged.
Could the weather for awhile be caged?

This union in noise and storm blazing
was apparently doomed to more razing
and damage from March winds yet untamed.
Who among them could establish blame?

Nothing could stop the cold relentless raving
of March winds’ increased, crazy waving.
The crowd cowered under great booming thunder.
Would lightning, too, tear them all asunder?

Church windows rattled in terrifying fashion, shaking
and drawing admirable ooohs, aaaahs, and quaking
from those fervently awed by March winds as their foe.
Would the bride, after all, answer a beleaguered “no”?

Minister Lane rose his arms wide, flailingly
called on High for His reason, but failing
to receive an adequate Godly reply,
shouted, “Must we pick a day to reapply?”

A windless sensation filled the quieted room;
then came a Voice from on High; it boomed,
“If you all trusted me fully, you’d not hide,
but take this ceremony to hold outside!”

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Credit:
Photo and Poem from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

 

Poetry for Flag Flying Days

There are 20 dates in 2014 on which Americans can officially fly their flags in recognition of their countrymen and the United States of America. January 1 is the first day of each year on which to officially honor the Stars and Stripes.

Three flags fly at Veterans Park at the Bridge in Napoleon, Ohio. They are the State of Ohio (left), Old Glory, (center), and the POW-MIA (right), which gives recognition to Prisoners of War and those Missing In Action.

Three flags fly at Veterans Park at the Bridge in Napoleon, Ohio. They are the State of Ohio (left), Old Glory, (center), and the POW-MIA (right), which gives recognition to Prisoners of War and those Missing In Action.

*****Flying Old Glory

There are birthdays,
Washington’s and Lincoln’s,
which are Presidential;
we fly the flag, our beacon,

for them and all who the
Oval Office have occupied,
raising Old Glory so to
not ever side, or hide.

In February, we celebrate
their birthdays on two days,
February 12th and 17th, but
recognize all, as we may,

and give January 20th to
the junior Martin Luther King
alone; he whom we honor
singularly. He, also, let freedom ring.

In May is VE Day.
On the eighth we
remember those all,
without saying “me”.

Mothers of our hearts
we celebrate on a day
in May, too. We treasure
their quiet, guiding way.

Armed Forces Day, Memorial
Day; those are reflective times
that bring tears and new
fear to old, dwindling minds.

Flags of Our Fathers combine
in June on the 15th and 14
in honored debt we cannot
repay; only do we honor more.

Labor Day, VJ Day, Patriot Day!
Ah, these see Old Glory reign!
And we, free and eager to
remain, celebrate on that train!

The labored freedom train chugs
to Columbus Day, Elections
Day, Veterans Day, and ends
at Thanksgiving Day connections.

Once again, in December, we
remember, solemnly, a day of infamy,
a day surpassed, joyously, with
a new Christmas and Epiphany!

Flag flying days in order of date in 2014 include the following:
January 1 — New Year’s Day
January 20 — Martin Luther King, Jr. Day
February 12 — Lincoln’s birthday
February 17 — Washington’s birthday (observed)
May 8 — VE (Victory in Europe) Day
May 11 — Mother’s Day
May 17 — Armed Forces Day
May 26 — Memorial Day
June 14 — Flag Day
June 15 — Father’s Day
July 4 — Independence Day
September 1 — Labor Day
September 2 — VJ (Victory in Japan) Day
September 11 — Patriot Day
October 13 — Columbus Day
November 4 — Elections Day
November 11 — Veterans’ Day
November 27 — Thanksgiving Day
December 7 — Pearl Harbor Day
December 25 — Christmas Day

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Credit:
Poem and Photos from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

Mothering

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***** Mothering

Nothing is about holding on.
All is about letting go:
You know.

Could I hold,
I wouldn’t scold.

Could I screen,
I wouldn’t scream.

If my dreams for you
could be true,
I need not be blue.

If all were pure joy,
you would simply be
My Toy.

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Credit:
Poem and Photo from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg