THE NEST

                        By Harry E. Berndt

 

There’s a mother in the tree

Outside my door

She sits and looks at me

And nothing more

           

It must seem odd to see

Outside my door

A mother who looks at me

And nothing more

Unhyphenated Me

By Harry Berndt

 

I am unhyphenated ; not counted, and of no account.

 no parades for me, no toasts of beer

or wine; no festivals, no old langsyne.

people take no notice that

I am here.

 

My being here is unexplained

 if I am pained.

 I never make a fuss. I am a one

 and not an us. you see.

I am unhyphenated and free, yes free --- but

Yet I am here

 

On summer days I roam the streets

and seek those feasts

 of pies and cakes

and different meats.

 I fear

I am the only one who knows that

 I am here.

 

 

September 8, 2013

RAIN

by Harry Berndt

 

I am sitting here on my porch

while it is raining - a soft steady

rain coming down.

I love a steady rain – soft

without a sound.

 

My heart cries out for those who suffer

without rain.

I ask why I have rain - and not

others - who without a doubt

have equal claim.

 

There is no reason why I have rain

and they have none.

The blessings of this world are for all

and not just for some –

If there is a god?

 

 

 

 

 

The Egret

By Harry E. Berndt

 

An Egret came my way

Today

He just stopped by to fish

I couldn’t help but wish

That he would stay awhile

But that’s not his style

 

Another brother Egret came

And stayed to fish and eat

And he lived in the tree

Above the pond for over a week

Room and board for free