Pilgrims leaving Canterbury, 15th century manuscript‘Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We’ and Other Poetry by Pat Brisson The Society December 6, 2016 Beauty, Culture, Poetry, The Environment 2 Comments Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We There’s little of the Plague that we can find to celebrate except for this small gem – when those who died left property behind it often changed their family’s lives for them. Their station rose, by education freed from toiling years in poverty and strife. When guided by desire and not need, young Geoffrey Chaucer chose a writer’s life and gave us both the practice and the art of iambs grouped by five upon a line, as natural as breath, as real as heart – humankind’s expression made divine. Just Say No to Plastic Water Bottles Want a drink? There’s the sink: grab a bottle, fill it up; get a glass or use a cup. Nix the plastic; try the tap. Avoid the water-buying trap. Save resources; money, too (good for earth and good for you). Bottled water? Before you drink here’s a fact to make you think: bottles with a single use qualify as earth abuse. Remembering Frost on a Rued Day The way that poem came back to me – with crow and snow on hemlock tree, reminds me how the poet’s art can soothe the spirit, calm the heart. Jersey Sweet Corn My sympathy to those of you not living in or passing through the Garden State at summer’s end – you don’t know what you’re missing, Friend. Our corn deserves its reputation as best of any in the nation – milky kernels, sugar sweet – a buttered, salted wholesome treat. Imagine summer on your tongue – those happy times when you were young and days were never-ending bliss – Jersey Sweet Corn tastes like this. Pat Brisson is an author of twenty-three books for children. The Summer My Father Was Ten (Boyds Mills Press, illustrated by Andrea Shine) won the Christopher Award in 1998; Benny’s Pennies (Delacorte Press, illustrated by Bob Barner) has been in print for twenty-one years; her most recent book, Before We Eat: from farm to table, was published in 2014 by Tilbury House. She and her husband have four grown sons; they live in Phillipsburg, NJ. Related Post “When Clouds Roll In” by Michael Maibach On sunny days We’re filled with “me.” “I’m on my own And feeling free!” We have our job, And casual friends. The world feels strong Lik... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses E. V. Wyler December 6, 2016 Thank you! I enjoyed reading your poems. You have great literary talent. (We’re both from NJ.) Reply Pat Brisson December 6, 2016 Thank you for your kind words! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.