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    Lines

    By Robert Goodwin Olmsted

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    This book of poems is meant for everyone, although some of the poems are written primarily for children. These are interspersed with other poems some of which, it is expected, will be better comprehended by mature readers.


    It is the authors sincere desire that the reader be as enthused by the contents of this book as he, the author, was in writing it.


    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateDec 7, 2005
    ISBN9781467034210
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    Robert Goodwin Olmsted

    Robert Goodwin Olmsted was born in Manchester, Connecticut where he completed highschool thereafter to study at Lehigh University, Hartford Art School; the School of the Museum of Fine Arts at Boston and U.V.M. He has held a myriad of jobs of sundry sorts while traveling about the country and rendering portraits periodically as well as other realistic and abstract art to make a living. He has been hospitalized for mental illness but is now in good health. Late in his artistic career the author became interested in painting pictures and representing ideas with words rather than brush strokes. The last few years have been devoted in part to the occupation of writing poems, some of which are presented in this book

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      Lines - Robert Goodwin Olmsted

      © 2005 Robert Goodwin Olmsted. All Rights Reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      First published by AuthorHouse 11/29/05

      ISBN: 978-1-4208-7073-2 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4670-3421-0 (ebk)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Bloomington, Indiana

      Contents

      Nature

      Sweet Song

      To A Hemlock

      The Incongruous Guest

      To A Daddy Longlegs

      Under A Winter’s Topsy-Turvy Spell

      Dependable Friend

      Posh

      Bread To Spare

      Night Moth

      Mother Earth Around Summer Solstice

      The Would-be Visitors

      A Special One

      Fleeting Early Spring

      Not Too Squirrelly

      To Bare a Cross

      Lines To An Ancient Oak Tree

      Warning To A Worm

      Good Signs

      Spring

      A Robin’s Breakfast

      Romance

      A Lady’s Labor Lost

      While Off In Your Fastness

      Left to Conjecture

      All Is Fair

      To Paint A Portrait

      Now As We Part

      Hardship

      Homeless

      Afflicted Some

      A Lonely Roaming One

      Hooker’s AM

      Alone and Afflicted

      HomeStretch

      What Doesn’t Always

      Happen On A Homeless Winter Day

      HUMOR

      Grease and Gum

      The Bloke with a Bite

      Trapezoid Pie

      Red Fred

      Taming Mr. Thinkle

      The Pain Of Jane

      Workaday Blues

      Cigar Smoker’s Smile

      Out Of The Pits By His Wits

      Or

      From No Pot To A Lot

      Foggy Bog Stew

      Relative Order

      One Is Not Better Than None Or Than Two

      Tragedy

      Unbroken

      On The Felling Of A Live Hickory Tree

      Footnote preface to

      The Witch, The Kids,and The Doomketch

      The Witch, The Kids, and The Doomketch

      Elegy for a Squirrel in October

      The Hit

      The End

      Other Themes

      Sprout Of Luck

      A Fish To Be Caught

      Barefoot in Favor of Tile

      The Rhyme Of Bobby B. Blue

      Excuse Me

      A Message Found

      Attitude

      A True Devil’s

      Cool Commentary

      Betty Grable

      Singtine

      Pilfering Blackberries

      You May

      The First Snowfall

      Salute to the U.S.

      Skunky Skunky

      My Jade Plant

      Natural Acrobat

      In The Frame Of My Window Sash

      Bagger Bag It

      Witch’s Pitch

      Tune of June

      For Sons and Daughters On Mothers’ Day

      In Defense Of Artificial Flowers

      If I Were An Elf

      On The World Series Victory

      Bottoms Up Boston

      Pollyannaism

      An Invocation For Trick-or-Treaters On Halloween

      Halloween Special

      The Wind and a Gnome

      Two Decades of Lines To A Housefly

      About The Author

      About The Book

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      Nature

      Sweet Song

      Solitary blackbird

      Sitting in a tree,

      Your sweet song I heard.

      Was it just for me?

      To A Hemlock

      Comely hemlock decked with snow,

      Who waits as cold bleak winters come and go;

      As ever shelter ‘neath your boughs

      Is found by chipmunk, bird, and mouse —

      Refuge from the perils of storm

      And safety when new life is born

      Of animal and fowl which come to nest

      Or when a limb you lend for short-term rest.

      Given ears, a tongue and eyes to see

      How enchanting might your stories be

      Of glad happenings or times of strife,

      Often leaving needed deficits of life,

      Oh, worthy sentinel at forest’s edge.

      But, then you’re really just

      A simple comely hemlock tree

      All decked in the forest’s hedge

      For passers-by like me to see.

      The Incongruous Guest

      Some yards beyond my window today in the Spring

      Was a sight which might otherwise have made me sing.

      As we peered at trees with their chartreuse cloaks,

      There atop the tallest of several large oaks

      Was perched on a limb an American Bald Eagle,

      Then somebody said, No! You’ve mistaken a seagull.

      But with it’s large dark body and a crown of white

      There could be no mistake as it abstained from flight.

      Twenty minutes or more it stood regal and stern

      Surveying the locale as for something to learn.

      Spreading at length its great wings off it sped,

      I guess, its notable grace to lend elsewhere instead.

      Ask me: Why is a bald eagle showing up in this town?

      I’ll ask: Why’s it ninety-eight before the month of May?

      Perhaps

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