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. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 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 ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.