Saturday, July 04, 2015

The Mischievous Rocket

By Ernestine Cobern Beyer

I was watching the Mayor who, genial and spry,
Was setting off rockets one Fourth of July,
When all of a sudden the crowd gave a shout,
For the Mayor was leaping and running about!

I leaned from my seat as I saw that a rocket
Had happened to catch on the flap of his pocket.
Well, it sizzled and hissed for a moment or two,
And then it went up -- and the mayor went, too!

High over rooftops and valleys and parks,
Up he went rapidly, shooting off sparks.
Then the rocket said "Boom!" in a rollicking voice,
And the Mayor came down. (He had no other choice.)

His hat flew away and his coattails unraveled
As straight for the earth he unwillingly traveled.
Then, ending his trip with a good deal of dash,
He fell in a lake with a spirited splash.
Emerging, he looked rather funny, I vow,
With a little green frog decorating his brow.

Since then, I admit I am likely to scoff
At well-behaved rockets that merely go off,
For I like a rocket that's daring and gay --
Like the one that went off with the Mayor that day!

Originally published 7/4/07

Wednesday, April 01, 2015

Lesson in Spring

by Ernestine Cobern Beyer

Who places credence in the tomb
And bows too long in grief,
Must argue with the clover-bloom

And contradict the leaf.

More springtime poetry

from Ernestine Cobern Beyer-
with many thanks to her
Barbara Beyer Malley.

Easter Parade

Doff, my soul, your sober dress,
Heart, wear your fairest frills.
He must have loved all loveliness
Who dressed the daffodils!

In My Garden

Pausing on my lawn, I glimpse a bird,
And in its singing, Lord, I hear Thy Word.
Nearby, I see a lilac bush in bloom,
And feel thy presence in its faint perfume.
And when I see thy smile, my spirit thrills --
Though what I look upon is daffodils.


As in a small reflecting-glass
The sun's rays fiercely focus,
So Spring is captured in the grass
By one important crocus.

Monday, March 30, 2015

A *Quote and a Poem

"Any scene...can be more clearly and freshly
seen when it is seen upside down."
G.K. Chesterton

Which brings to mind...

The Remedy


Ernestine Cobern Beyer

A certain king of great renown
Saw everybody upside down.
It much disturbed him day and night,
So topsy-turvy was his sight.

To try to cure the good king's eyes
There came a doctor old and wise
Who dosed the king with horrid brews,
And poured red pepper in his shoes.

These things the patient king endured,
But when the doctor cried, "You're cured!"
His Highness blinked and glumly said:
"Sir! Must you stand upon your head?"

Came other clever doctors, then,
Distinguished and important men.
"The Cold Cure is the very thing!"
Said they, "Let's try it on the king!"

They promptly wrapped him in a sheet
With lumps of ice at head and feet.
Although it was a famous one,
This cure was very little fun.

"You're healed!" they cried. "Without
a doubt,
Your sickness has been frozen out!"
But they were wrong- for all that froze
Was just the royal nose and toes.

Well, being men of great resource,
They tried the Hot Cure next, of course.
But though they baked him toe to brow,
His sole response to this was "OW!"

Then came a wizard, tall of hat,
Who cured the king as quick as that!
He simply turned him upside down
And stood His Highness on his crown.

"Hooray!" The king's relief was vast.
"You all look right side up, at last!"

* Quote from the St. Austin Review,
May/June 2008.

Post first published on this blog on 8/26/08.

Monday, March 09, 2015

The Leprechaun

*By Ernestine Cobern Beyer

I met a little leprechaun.
He gasped and quavered: "Ooo!
I'm seeing things! Be off! Be gone!
There's no such thing as you!

"You can't be real, you ugly thing,
So I'm not scared," he said,
"Though you have neither tail nor wing,
Nor horns upon your head!"

I looked at him, then ran, my dear,
As would, I think, have you,
'Cause people sometimes disappear
When leprechauns say: "Boo!"

*From the wonderful book of

poetry for children,
Read Me a Rhyme, Please! 

And with many, many thanks to

Ernestine's daughter, Barbara
Beyer Malley, for permission to
post:) *K*s

Sunday, March 01, 2015


by Ernestine Cobern Beyer

"Ho!" roared March, and his lusty cry
Made all the leaves and papers fly.
The clotheslines leapt at his jovial glance,
And the flannels jigged in a scarecrow dance!

"Hi!" laughed March, and he winked an eye
At a slim young thing who was coming by,
But April fled in her flowery clothes
And slammed spring's door on his bold red nose!

With thanks, again, to Barbara Beyer Malley,
for permission to post her mother's wonderful
work... *K*s always! :D

Thursday, February 12, 2015

In Time for St. Valentine's Day


By Ernestine Cobern Beyer

When Himself's behind his paper and
the childer sleepin' sound,
And the moon's a winkin' lantern
throwin' shadows all around,
Forsakin' fire and hearthstone, down
the Way of Dreams I start
To meet my darlin' truelove in a
corner of my heart.

His voice is like the west-wind when
it whispers low and sweet,
His words are like the poppies that be
growin' in the wheat.
I forget the bangin' shutters and the
candle's sleepy stare,
When I meet my laughin' truelove where
he's waitin' for me there.

When Himself has grown a-weary
in the cozy evening tide,
A ghost it is that follows him and
settles at his side.
I'll be so true and faithful that he'll
never know, shall he,
I go to meet the laughin' lad, the
lad he used to be! 

Originally published on this blog, with permission from Barbara Beyer Malley, on 2/13/07. 

Thursday, February 13, 2014

A Little Known Treasure

I found out about in time for Valentine's Day =)

The book Happy Animal Families,
by Ernestine Cobern Beyer.

Thanks as always to Ernestine's daughter Barbara Beyer Malley from Tears and Laughter at 90, for the info.

If you click on the link to Amazon, check out the customer images - they're two ever-so-slightly different covers... Originally posted 2/8/12


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