What Is Memorial Day?
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
I came across a question yesterday
that troubled me enough to pose it here.
“What is the meaning of Memorial Day?
Why do we celebrate it every year?”
Holiday Poems
I am delighted to make these holiday poems available to you. They are gifts from my heart to anyone willing to accept them. My hope is that each holiday poem brings added meaning to someone’s Christmas or Easter, Valentine’s Day or Independence Day. Writing them has already brought added meaning to mine. (Poems for nearly every holiday are listed here. You may click specifically on Christmas Poems, Easter Poems, Patriotic Poems, and Thanksgiving Poems. (Please email a request for permission before using. Include full copyright information on every copy. For internet use, a link back to this website is required.)
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines). This will give you a feel for the poem’s content. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
When I’m Sixty-One
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Photo by Tim Cooper on Unsplash
A happy birthday to myself!
I just turned sixty-one.
I’d like to say that things are great
and getting old is fun.
Father Fan Club
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
A dad is an anchor when things go quite wrong
and a fan club when things go quite right.
He’s there to protect you when you’re super scared
of those things that go “bump” in the night.
To Every Thing––A Season
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Chilmark Hay 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton
From break of dawn till setting sun,
he worked until the work was done.
No perks, no flex-time, no review–
just midday sun and morning dew.
The Way (I Wish) We Were
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Cristina Glebova on Unsplash
In days gone by the town turned out,
dressed up in Sunday best,
to decorate the graves of men
who’d gone on to their rest.
who’d gone on to their rest.
Sing Sweet the Song
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
photo by ParkeHarrison
Humble yourself as a little child
and crawl into the nest.
With barren head and unshod feet
draw peace into your breast.
Appreciating Autumn
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
Autumn is a feeling,
and it takes you for a ride.
Be Mine. Pretty Peas?!
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
You’ll always be the one for me;
we’re two peas in a pod.
So plump, so round…You’re all I see.
My soft, green heart is awed.