Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

SUMMER SKIES ( 2019 ) 2019/09/04

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Today  we rose to sunny  skies

While not  expecting  some surprise

The winds that blew seemed well behaved

Tree limbs and  branches all were saved.

Soon autumn will  reach our front door

And summer breeze will blow no more

Before too long the year shall  pass

Like shadows in the  looking  glass

Oh  Lord,  give  all the  pow’r  to rise

Once more to sight  sweet summer skies !

 

 

 

SAME TIME NEXT YEAR ( 2017 ) 2017/08/30

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The sky is grey, the weather’s drear

Last days of summertime are here

The air is heavy, full of scent

I wonder where the sunshine went ?

Let’s sing a song of sweet goodbye

Take a deep breath and heave a sigh

The day’s arrived to pack away

Those remnants of our yesterday

I cannot promise I’ll be here

To celebrate, same time next year !

 

 

HEAT WAVE ( 2015 ) 2015/07/07

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On a summer eve you can see heat rise

It shimmers and floats there before your eyes

The steaming waves seem to reach for the skies

Before morning dew greets the fog’s demise !

 

GOD BLESS US ALL ( 2014 ) 2014/10/30

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The early hours are best of all

The air is crisp and full of fall

The wind is brisk it knows its way

The lower branches bend and sway.

Seems all the birds are southward bent

Where warmer breezes have been sent

We’ll have to wait until next year

For summertime to reappear !

 

DATELINE :HOBOKEN, NJ,USA (2013) “ICEMAN COMETH” 2013/06/18

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Remember the peddlers? Well, I’m still in the 30’s and recalling that bygone era with much affection. Especially the iceman who came once a week the entire year long. We never questioned where the ice came from, much like today’s children who do not query the existence of Wi-Fi. How much we take for granted since Ben Franklin’s experiment with a simple kite in an open field. I think I was about three and we lived on Cambridge Avenue in Jersey City, close to the park on the first floor of a frame building with a wooden porch in front of three large railroad rooms with a shared toilet in the hall! It was just up the steep hill from Hoboken off Congress Street with cheaper rent. It was a very hot summer. If you wonder what “railroad” means think of trains, opening one into another minus wasted hallway space (of course no privacy). Two huge double-hung windows porchside and two in the kitchen, yardside, with wide walls in between, there were large pocketdoors on the front room to save coal in the winter. No bath! Enough said, a huge laundry tub and a folding screen next to the obligatory black iron coal stove with a giant water cauldron over the glowing embers, familiar to anyone? But back to the ice, my dad built a shelf for an oscillating fan and placed an enamel pan with a 10 cent piece of ice on top of the icebox, opened all the windows, and “voila”, old fashioned air conditioning for a dime. No radio, no TV, no online, just the bible, loads of conversation, love, family, neighbors, poverty and ingenuity! Great huh?

 

Sincerely,

Claire B.

 

 
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