(Same News Note as above… )
How would you like your winter habit
Defined: “The gal is wearing rabbit?”
by Ray Romine Saturday, August 25, 1951
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Just Once
The Joneses purchase something new:
Our house has to have one too .
I pray, as gulps of pride I swallow,
To lead someday, and let them follow.
by Ray Romine Sunday, April 2, 1950
Just My View? You Understand!
Doubtless June and Heaven aren’t
Kade from self-same recipe;
Though June be a bit inferior,
It’s a fair facsimile.
Some folk, being from Missouri,
Can’t believe unless they’re shown;
Another’s eyes are not sufficient:
They scarcely dare to trust their own–
“Prove your Jesus and your Bible”–
Until they’re shown, they’ll stay aloof.
Try as you will, you can’t convince them;
LIVING IT is final proof.
Heaven, though, ‘s another matter:
With this June we’re living through,
I can hardly put a limit
To the thinga my God can do.
June, to me, says there’s a Heaven;
Some there are who’ll disagree–
Doubt you may the gift of Heaven:
June is proof enough for ME!
by Ray Romine Sunday, June 20, 1943
Just Hour Opinion?
Lives of Great Men all remind us
We could make our lives sublime,
Could we invent a substitution
That would take the place of time.
by Ray Romine Thursday, April 26, 1945
Just Envision His Indecision
That agreeable person you like you may find
Is renowned as a chap who can’t make up hie mind!
by Ray Romine Thursday, May 17, 1945
Just Desserts?
I order food, and later,
Question, ere he serves it,
Why his name should be waiter
When I’m he who deserves it.
by Ray Romine Sunday, November 5, 1950
Just A Weed
Just a weed among weeds by the roadside there;
But it nodded and seemed to speak:
“I’m as much a part of this earth as you,
‘Though to you I’m small and weak.
“I’ve no thought of failure; I’ve nothing to gain,
But I, too, have my place in the sun.
I’m holding my head high and doing my best
Till the sands of my course be run.
“God put me here for some reason of His,
And it’s not mine to wonder why–
I’ll fulfill the fate that He has for me,
And the autumn will see me die.
“The autumn will see me die, I say,
But that’s as it ought to be;
I was never intended to be a man,
Or to live as long as a tree.”
….
So be quiet, Ambition, and go your way,
And leave me in peace again:
If a failure am I to the Mind of Man,
And he frown on me now and then,
Let him hark to the weed at the side of the path:
We can’t all be as great as he.
I was never intended for great or rich
To fulfill my destiny!
by Ray Romine Saturday, August 1, 1942
Junior–Nature’s Little Helper?
Although I sometimes give him thunder
For my gray hairs when he is staging
Shenanegans, I can but wonder
Is it he–or am I aging??
by Ray Romine Sunday, October 8, 1950
Junior’s Lifesaving
Vacation’s tool–
Days mark and spot him.
Saved by the bell!–
The teacher’s got him.
by Ray Romine Saturday, May 13, 1950
June Night
The trees, disturbed, sigh softly there;
The cricket’s rasp is everywhere;
The screeeh-owl’s weird and eerie dare,
The June-bug’s mad, erratic tear,
Say June is back.
The moth’s bright wings but briefly seen;
His cushioned thump against the screen;
The night-bird’s cry, so high and keen,
All make complete-the summer scene,
For June is back.
Two stars together part the haze,
And scan the earth with winking gaze.
Their fierce but chastely virgin blaze
Makes lamps at night for summer days,
Since June is back.
The stars, though, fade and turn aside
Before the slow moon’s upward glide,
Whose light reveals where iris hide,
Stately, solemn, dignified.
The pansies, fresh and eager-eyed,
The Oriental Poppies chide:
Such blatant flare they can’t abide,
When June is back.
The dream, O June, of nights with you
Has helped us live the winter through;
No word We say, or thing we do
Can quite express our thanks who knew
June would be back!
by Ray Romine Saturday, June 12, 1943