Author: Ray Romine

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Bed Spread

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

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Beauty Marks

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

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Beauty Found

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

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Beaten Path

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

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Battle Report

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