Monday, November 20, 2006

To All Things There is a Season

From the first of the month, for ten days straight,
It snowed and snowed, both early and late.
The city plowed and sanded each street,
But the sidewalks were left to the ice and sleet.

Jonathon William Anthony Jones,
Just 23, with strong young bones,
Ignores his elders' sage advice
And runs and slides on the sidewalk ice.

Lilith Joycelyn Ward, that's Granny,
With due regard for her bones and her fanny,
With a stick in her hand and studs on her feet,
Walks carefully down the well plowed street.

Each one comes down that steep old hill,
Depending for safety on care or skill,
And Granny remembers long ago days,
When she also used Jonathon's ways.
The passage of time and effects of age,
Will bring Jonathon one day to Granny's stage.

8 comments:

marianne said...

LOVE THIS! You are so clever. How fun to read and feel your great humor...I so long to live in the snow once in my life!

Ginnie said...

Very cute. Somehow I don't have the image of you going "carefully down any street"...the spirit that you portray in your blog makes me think of you slipping and sliding to your heart's content on the ice of life.

Maya's Granny said...

Slipping and sliding to my heart's content would end with me on my butt with at least a sprain -- I was much more fearless before I hurt my back with a fall 14 years ago and still suffer for it. Nothing like the real world to teach you to take care.

But, physically is probably the only way I do go carefully down the hill.

KerrdeLune said...

Lovely, lovely, lovely poem.................... and I so enjoyed reading it.

Uncivil said...

Hi Maya's Granny

My poem was a little to risque to put on your blog. You'll have to go to Ms.mamma's blog and check out my comment on A Load of Bull!

I do love your poems. I wish I had the knack for it!

Joy Des Jardins said...

I loved your poem J...so typically you! Amazing how we've changed our guidelines as we've gotten older about being fearless, isn't it? Hey, with age...comes wisdom. Or so we hope.

Tabor said...

We can be cavelier with our bodies when we know they will mend completely in a short time. Unfortunately with age we have to treat them like fine crystal. Thanks for the nice smile..

Deja Pseu said...

Joycelyn, your poems are wonderful!