Womanly Qualms

When I go rowing on the lake,
   I long to be a man;
I’ll give my Sunday frock to have
   A callous heart like Dan.

I love the ripple of the waves
   When gliding o’er the deep,
But when I see the cruel ours,
   I close my eyes and weep;

For there are cat-fish in our lake,
   And I am filled with dread,
Lest Don should strike a ****-fish
   Upon its tender head.

How would you like it if, some day
   An air-ship passing by,
Should flap its cruel, thoughtless oars
   And knock you in the eye?

My life would be one long regret
   If, for my pleasure vain,
I caused a harmless little fish
   An hour of needless pain.

And if Dan’s heavy oars should cause
   One little fish to die,
I’d never, never dare to look
   Smoked herring in the eye!

Ellis Parker Butler

My worry over media brother

The world he is roaming
The hours on his schedule
The places on his whereabouts
The people on his appointments
are aliens to me.

But he is cruising happily
coming home with joyous antics
making it effortless to grab mom
to the brink of childhood days
as he kisses mom's hands.

So he too breaks into new terrain
playing it cool, splashing it out
with media hype as his cup of tea
never a world I am familiar.

His smile is effortless
always deceiving for we never know
what's within the smile and laughter.

Good luck to his engagement.
my dearest media brother.






dienn_____________________________

dont worry

don't worry too much

it's alright

nothing's going to hurt you