John Munro's Poems

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Lauren Says

Lauren says
that she's the mommy cat
and I'm the baby cat

I ask,
why can't I be a daddy cat?

She says no,
she's the mommy cat
and I'm the baby cat

So I guess,
thats that

Meow

John Munro
June 11, 2008

My Garden

Lorraine Munro (2003)

This is the way I plant my garden,
Digging, digging in the ground
The sun shines warm and bright above it
Gently the rain comes falling down.
This is the way the small seeds open
Slowly the shoots begin to grow
These are my pretty garden flowers
Standing, standing in a row

Poem My Garden

Lorraine's Garden

 

Glimpses from my porch in sumer:

by Lorraine Munro ( at Port Blandford, Newfoundland)

White throated sparrow
cuts through the boreal silence
chanting for another

Wee rabbit appears
sniffs the alder shoots
unaware of me

Rustling shadows blend
where the dark wooded path begins
sunbeams dance through birches

Butterfly twins flit
through rugged stonewalled garden
in harmony

Red squirrel flies high
across tangled forest floor
a friend in persuit

 

 

Song for Lorraine Munro by Jordan Munro (Grandson)

Nan, Nan, Nan
I want to be where you are
I want to be where you are

Nan, Nan, Nan,
I want you to be where I am
I want you to be where I am

Nan, Nan, Nan
Be everywhere!

Y-gung Y- gung Y-gung

 

Burtons Pond
(for Lorraine on Valentines Day)

we stayed behind that night
after the other skaters had left
and wrote some lines and circles in the snow
then we rubbed noses
and you kissed me
with snow drops on your face

now when I pass a winter pond
I smile,
remembering that early Burton's kiss

John Munro
February 10, 2006

 

Reassurance

"Can you lie down with me for a little while?"
He feels my presence on the bed, then
His small hand explors my face-
Seeking reassurance

The clock is too far away
Can't tell the time with these old eyes
I listen to the tic, tic, tic
As the battery slowly dies

A squirrel chatters on a branch
An eighteen wheeler hums on the TCH
A sparrow is singing in the dusk -
Alex's breath is steady in my ear

I watch his closing eyes
Study the lines of his innocent face
I'll stay with him for a little while-
Seeking reassurance

John Munro

The Moons of Jupiter

The moons of Jupiter
Callisto, Ganymede, Europa, Io
Girdling their planet
All in a line
A bachian string quartet
In the eastern night
Playing their baroque
To the universe
While red Mars listens
In the south


The space scene is
Bathed in the glow
Of Earth moon beams
Dancing on the waters
Of Clode Sound

John Munro
September 18, 1997

Platters Beach

Facing northwest in unison
a congregation of seagulls perch on a rock
their images pitted by raindrops
on the mirror surface
off Platters Beach

Farther out,
something black breaks the water-
a whale perhaps

An eagle
flaps and glides, flaps and glides
in the still air
searching the Sound.
The gulls lift off and circle
then regroup on the rock
when he's gone

The rain slacks off
We toss dregs of coffee
stow our gear
and push off in the Eider
to home

John Munro
1977



My Grandmother's Face

By Mike Munro

Poem for Uncle Mac

by John Munro

Early Morning Friend

By John A. Munro

in the forest

By John Munro

The Bishop's Falls Trestle

By John Munro

 
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