Cannady - Colors of Poetry

Patricia Cannady AuthorHouse 1663 Liberty Drive Bloomington, IN 47403 www.authorhouse.com Phone: 1-800-839-8640 2012 by Patricia Cannady. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author. Published by AuthorHouse 07/11/2012 ISBN: 978-1-4772-3998-8 (sc) ISBN: 978-1-4772-4000-7 (e) Library of Congress Control Number: 2012912271 Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only. Certain stock imagery Thinkstock. Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid.

The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them. Contents I n loving memory of my grandfather, mother and brother Albert Cannady Daisy Elizabeth Mason Jerome (Gigi) Cannady Part One
Family (Dedicated to our Mother) There she lay on her death bed With her entire life flashing in her head. The day of her wedding, left her lonely and blue. So, she made a vow To live her life second to none but true. With the blessing of five (5) children She was always on her toes And looking for ways to alleviate her woes. Her brood consisted of confused, wise, wolfen, wild and sassy.

There she lay wishing them lives That would make them classy. Her smile, we miss, as well as her juicy kiss. The day she said goodbye, again being alone Was all we could stand As her last light had shone. Patricia Cannady Five little children all tucked in They were so noisy you couldnt hear a pin Along came the Sandman and heard the noise He pulled the ears of the two little boys This made the heads of the three little girls spin They realized then that the Sandman was in They hurriedly covered up their heads Pretending that they all were afraid You cant fool old Sandman Hes well bred Hell make you sleep while youre in bed Daisy Mason John can sleep! He sleeps long Sometimes I think his breath has gone When he awakes, Ill bake a cake To prove that John is not a fake So sleep my love when you awake Youll be too old to eat the cake! Wake up John, youre growing old You dont even know the weather turned cold When I said the weather turned cold John thought I said he had turned old Wake up John its later than you think Youll find your beards underneath the sink Oh! Man hes awake Hes ready to choke If I dont admit this is all a joke Someone will have to get their coat I bet you ten to one I catch that boat Because his name is Johnnie Poke Daisy Mason Part Two
Landscapes Here I stand atop the Cliffs of Mohr Sitting seven hundred feet above the Irish Sea In many shades of green abound Was all I could see when I turned around Chiseled rock of cliffs upon cliffs This feat from the Ice Age of yore Stands the magnificent Cliffs of Mohr From atop the Cliffs of Mohr I felt the ground leveling beneath my feet As I made my way down from this notable feat I told myself then, that Id be back for more This site surrounded by the sea The Cliffs of Mohr Patricia Cannady Curves of granite and rock Jagged and jetting up to the sky of blue Dancing on a sea of turquoise As the sun reflects a mirror image of you Changing shape at every bend, I reach out to welcome you In lies my beauty of wrinkles and furrows Weathered to the test of time A sculpture of bronze A color of red and yellow hue With an emergence of green Makes me a phenomenon to view Changing shape at every bend, I reach out to welcome you Reach out and touch me, if you can Across these waters that separate me from man As you gaze upon this image May it be emblazoned in your memory minute after minute Changing shape at every bend, I reach out to welcome you Patricia Cannady Six miles wide and three hundred feet highfrom aboard the Jubilee Look at the Hubbard all glistening with ice With the sun bouncing from this frozen delight It reflects blue and green light Take a float plane ride up, up to the sky To see the glaciers frozen in place Some with blue crevices and some melted in haste See them coming and going, time after time Between the mountains they are so sublime Take a look at this glacier in another place Sunset reflecting on a glacier above this Lake Lake Louise in the a.m. reflects a mirror image With the glacier of Victoria in it Patricia Cannady View of the Bush from our balcony room As the golden sun is setting Give way to the white moon Look all around and what do you see The sun is rising all too soon you see From our cruise along the Mekong River We witness children having fun frolicking In the muddy waters While Moms bath their precious little daughters Patricia Cannady The beauty of Irelands mountains with the long ridges of the central plain Makes for picturesque landscapes In this ever-changing emerald land of no distain I felt my heart tug at my first visit there This land of limestone Rugged mountains and lake filled glens This land of many counties, thirty-two in all Give way to the landscape of beauty and awe From the shore of Skibbereen to the town of Dingle on the Bay Set your sights on mountains high County Cork to County Clare Road N20 will get you there Travel this road of twists and turns, N67, youre sure to see The bustling towns of Lisdoonvarna And Doolin by the sea Come visit with me again To this beautiful emerald land For its beauty is plain to see Patricia Cannady Why are you watching me through my window? Why do you follow me so? You are like a shadow that goes with me No matter where I go or how far it may seem You seem to haunt me You seem to thrill me You seem to make me happy You seem to make me sad Why do you follow me? Why do you think of things that no one else can think of or do? This, My Fair Lady, will never be solved by man alone Only you can answer these questions You come to me when I need some kind of reassurance To make my day worthwhile I will learn to appreciate these things you have given me My body, my soul, my will to go on No one will take from me What you have given so generously Patricia Cannady Here I sit Nature all abound around me Trees of maple, oak, spruce and pine Colors of Japanese maple Cherry blossom and dog wood, too Flowers of pink, red and white And yellow and red roses in bloom Here I sit As nature surrounds me The sound of robins, sparrows, mockingbirds and chickadees Singing in the trees Near and far, too Here I sit In my backyard, without a feeling of blue All the sights and sounds are here to stay Even though the sun is not shining bright today Patricia Cannady Part Three
Whimsical I wrote a poem, it did not cope With the editors idea of a joke The next I write will sure to win Because it will be about my next of kin I wont feel bad if it dont cope Because theyre all my personal jokes As you all know, all poems cant beat Because some of the writers always cheat On all my writings I use my name Because someday Ill write into fame So all you writers listen to me Take my advice and there you will be Daisy Mason