I curse thee, gentle Morpheus,
With every breath I take:
I can’t sleep now; this AFTERNOON
I couldn’t stay AWAKE!
by Ray Romine Saturday, April 24, 1943
Selections from Trella Romine's library at Terradise Nature Center
I curse thee, gentle Morpheus,
With every breath I take:
I can’t sleep now; this AFTERNOON
I couldn’t stay AWAKE!
by Ray Romine Saturday, April 24, 1943
There is this to be said about eating in bed:
While it’s messy, of course, and it’s lacking
Refinement precisely, it takes care of nicely
The nap one desires after snacking.
by Ray Romine Sunday, September 4, 1949
The first toad I ever saw–
What a surprise!
I thought him so ugly
That I closed my eyes.
But mother informed me
The warts on his suit
To Mama Toad, anyhow,
Are what make him cute!
by Ray Romine Thursday, June 26, 1952
There is no beauty in existence here:
There is no symmetry, no grace, nor charm,
No thing with which to adequately arm
Against the brutal and the insincere,
But for our faith and hope. They reappear
Like summer flowers on a pleasant farm
That wait all winter so they may disarm
The ugly environs with their colored cheer.
Yes, hope, that lifts our eyes to Him above;
And faith, that holds them always there;
Both make it possible for truth and love
To walk the earth, victorious everywhere.
All things shall fail us as we onward plod,
Unless, at times, we turn our hearts to God.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, April 18, 1944
Let January breezes
Have their frigid fling:
Imagination teases
Me with thought of spring,
For snow, its white perfection
Whirling towards the lake,
Knows just which direction
Apple-blossoms take!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 8, 1947
She shows off her form,
In her walk, swim and dive,
Knowing full well someone
Has been watching her. I’ve.
by Ray Romine Monday, July 9, 1951
I sometimes think that we parents bore them
Through our living up to our own rules for them!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 3, 1950
There’s no place like home, so they say–is it true?
(I’ve always supposed it to be)
And sometime I’m gonna stay home for an hour
And see if they’re lying to me!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 20, 1934
In spite of spray, and hoe, and missile,
We have succumbed to bug and thistle,
And adding up what we have spent
For seeds and dusts and liniment,
We’ll see in future, we conclude,
Florists for flowers and grocers for food.
by Ray Romine Friday, October 12, 1951
Abe’s emancipating flyer
Would have rated somewhat higher ยท
Could he have squelched the world’s worst slaver:
That ambitious Stone-age shaver!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, May 3, 1950