Thank you Myrna.

More to come. I have written several lately.

Roger

Quote:

Sara Queen of Kansas

(c) Roger Macdivitt

Coffey County, near Kansas Rivers

Where flowers’ perfume the breeze delivers

Here cattle graze beneath big skies

And hunting hawks on thermals rise

Contrast the garden’s greenest hue

With poppies, sunflowers, cornflowers blue

Tempt summer’s warmth to heat the soil

And Sara’s flowers fill the bowl

Dogs and cats and flowers collude

To stop those things that might intrude

Upon this piece of nature’s making

Beauty here is not for taking

Central time, Oh how apt

For Kansas, landlocked, almost trapped

Not for her the oceans roar

But the plains produce and fill the store

Coffey County, Cedar Hill

Wild rosesround the farmhouse will

State with thorns of sharpest kind

That despite the barbs, beauty defined

Butterflies are welcome friends

But some crops Sara still defends

For some choice leaves are to the liking

Of caterpillar, some small, some striking

Lil Miss, Meagol and Molly dog

Inspire, amuse and memory jog

Their way into the graphic art

And Sara’s warm artistic heart

Photos, friends, nature and words

Flock together like wild birds

Producing things of abject beauty

Which illustrate the Earth’s abundant duty

So here, where winds and sun combine

To toss and bow the columbine

The lilac scents the country air

Inspiring Sara her joy to share

Long may she reign as Kansas queen

Let no-one try to come between

Her wish to please and have her say

In her own, artistic way

Sir Roger, I have just been reading back through your poetry and comments here. It should be in a book, you have written one already!!

I have never been called a Queen - I think Sara is princess in its meaning. I feel honored indeed! Though I am not, I am just simply 'Sara' - proud, humble at times, artistic, poor in physical but rich in all that counts, kind, loving, friendly, quick temper (oops!) - got it from my Daddy, protective of family and friends, and gosh what else?

Thank you for the memories friend and continuing with your beautiful poetry and art.

Hugs,

Sara

(now you have to put up a picture of new grandson and a poem.)

My London revisited

© R L Macdivitt 2010

The London sky hung leaden grey

It felt as if I’d hardly been away

I had missed this city’s hectic style

I always do when away awhile

.

A vibrant city, well resourced

But it holds the power to exaust

The visiting tourist unprepared

And the visiting driver soon ensnared

.

Although I never call it home

I know each famous tower, spire and dome

Now back again, this time for pleasure

I enjoy it’s sights and parks and trees at leisure

.

London still retains a special charm

It’s districts still reflect both farm

And nursery, village and small towns

The names remain in urban surrounds

.

Governments come and governments go

Summer, sun and winter snow

And voices speaking every tongue

Whispered, called and sometimes sung

.

There’s nowhere like it anywhere

A grubby noisy love affair

Of peace and quiet midst cosmopolitan sounds

With natural sights in city surrounds

.

London calls me then demands

It’s vibrancy attention commands

The city’s surprises never end

New things to find, you can depend

.

I know that life will take me away

Life demands I keep short my stay

But without doubt, that mystic draw

Will bring me back and that’s for sure