A Poem – Enjoy

When we watch greatness
is it not what you wanted to see?

The ball sailing exactly the way it ought to
A breast milking a baby

Music planting seeds of life
Rain smacking the cement
Mud running with water

A women glances
Her eyelashes
Her cheeks

We listen as the wind
tells us to run
to run as though it’s
a new night-time

We can never remember
to forget again-
this greatness

-M. Taggart
copyright 2017

New England Talking Trail – A Poem

A wooded trail in New England is different than any other-
For it speaks to you while you walk

The gray squirrels announce your arrival
while playing tag in the under brush-
The chipmunks chirp their warning
and now every woodland creature is aware-

The blue jay shrieks its boastful bellowing call of territorial command-

The wind rustles the drying leaves –
Readying themselves to drop to the ground-
They sound like evening whispers while sitting on a porch

A bend in the trail beckons you – though it is getting to be dusk-
Now the sounds of the path are darkening-
and have taken a tone of daring

Moonlight is seeping through the canopy of New England-

While you walk you hope the light of the moon will brighten the trail-
Just a bit more-
For you hear the same gray squirrels and rustling leaves-
But the squirrels are much larger now, and the whispers are no longer friendly front porch speak-

copyright 2016 -M. Taggart


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