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Read & Ring
Bells of the Cascades Read & Ring
dashing through much handbell music
to get the tone and flavor
in case we would like our bell choir
to learn to play it under the direction
of Matthew Compton was fun
even to this bumbling slow reader
playing the handbells has become
a learning to be an integral part
of a whole, in this case,
a note or two in a beautiful instrument
wing spread
fledgling osprey chick
rises to a stand in nest
high atop utility pole
shudders, then lifts out
impossibly long wings
far to the sides of its slender body
raises them to shoulder level
only slightly bent at each elbow
wanting something but barely
contemplating the thrill or demand
of flight
needless pain they bear
individual animals figure things out
and their small group learns
a new method of dealing
with the world’s challenges
i.e., poking into a ant hole with a stick
whale belly-flopping high on a beach
to go after prey
but none yet sees a house
as shelter from inclement weather
they stand or huddle naked to rain
snow, sleet, hail when penguin
fathers could push snow together
to build a wall if not a roof rather
than use each other’s bodies
at the expense of his life
or osprey could angle sticks to create
a semi-cave in raw nest rather than
leave head and shoulders bare
to the storm
could we teach them? or would we
be leading them into our own
withered separation from nature?
oregon may 1st
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
may has arrived
chill, gray, deflowered, hopeful
man will learn to care