The best books warn in solemn tone:
“O never raise your child alone!”
With television, there’s this to it;
It’s quite a trick if you can do it.
by Ray Romine Thursday, December 14, 1950
Selections from Trella Romine's library at Terradise Nature Center
The best books warn in solemn tone:
“O never raise your child alone!”
With television, there’s this to it;
It’s quite a trick if you can do it.
by Ray Romine Thursday, December 14, 1950
Daddy seems to think I’m cute
When I wear my cowboy suit:
But with my hat and gun and spurs,
Mother wonders if I’m hers.
by Ray Romine Thursday, January 10, 1952
I know a young couple who married last year,
And thought they were married to stay.
They might have been, too, but for one little thing–
They BOTH couldn’t have their own way.
For he liked a book and a chair near the fire;
She wanted to go every night.
A poor combination that always will end
Just like this one did–in a fight.
So now they’re divorced and as free as the wind.
She goes every night, so they say,
And he sits at home in a chair with a book–
THEY BOTH NOW ARE HAVING THEIR WAY!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 20, 1934
It isn’t that your joke’s a bore–
It’s not that I don’t get it:
It’s just that I have laughed before–
Everytime I’ve met it.
by Ray Romine Saturday, September 28, 1946
It’s true my son’s geography
May be weak as to earthly places,
But you should hear him lecture me
On Saturn’s rings, and tell what space is.
He names the moons of Jupiter;
He holds forth on the speed of light;
Andromeda–he’s heard of her,
And even Halley’s Comet’s flight.
He speaks of Algol and Mizar
As things star-gazers seek to see.
Arabian names, he says they are–
But I confess they’re Greek to me.
So while the educators spurn
TV as trash, let it be said
Space Operas, at least, can turn
My son’s dad’s face a healthy red!
by Ray Romine Monday, February 11, 1952
He peers into the works and “Well’s!”
And “H’m’m’s” at these and those;
But when he makes his final “Ah’s”–
I’m the one who “Owes!”
by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 30, 1952
The things this Hero’s undergone!
Fantastic–who’d believe it?
But Junior wants the program on;
Ergo, I’d better leave it.
But Ah how simple were the days
When one just closed a book
Upon some pinhead’s dopey ways!
Today I ‘m stuck–I look.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 6, 1950
Each little girl has a place, you’ll find,
Where she leaves childish things behind,
When toys up attic gather rust,
And comic books play host to dust,
When nylons, lip-rouge, bring on shrieks,
And film-star crushes last for weeks.
But growing up, it seems should be
Pin-pointed more definitely.
It’s easy, too. It stems from when
She calls her teen-age boy-friends MEN!
by Ray Romine Thursday, June 3, 1954
The winter time may have been fraught
With grief. No matter what it brought,
There’s hope; there’s life; there’s joy; there’s God
In every foot of greening sod.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, March 24, 1953
My envy of those richer folks than I;
My glances at the monarch on his throne;
My longing for the leisure I’d have known
If born somebody else–all these I try
In vain to put aside. They multiply,
These seeds of discontent, once sown.
And then comes April, green and blossom-blown,
When my ego, in one soul-bursting cry
Is grateful I am who and what I am:
That I have eyes to see and lips to sing,
And ears that hear, away above the sham
Of man’s gross noises, all the lilting Spring.
If he I envied knew the ecstasy
I find in April, he would envy me!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, April 2, 1946