Wednesday, April 01, 2015
Posted by rhapsody at 2:17 PM
from Ernestine Cobern Beyer-
with many thanks to her daughter, Barbara Beyer Malley.
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.
Posted by rhapsody at 2:09 PM
Monday, March 30, 2015
"Any scene...can be more clearly and freshly
seen when it is seen upside down."G.K. Chesterton
Which brings to mind...
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,
Post first published on this blog on 8/26/08.
Monday, March 09, 2015
*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
Posted by rhapsody at 7:25 AM
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
Posted by rhapsody at 7:25 AM
Thursday, February 12, 2015
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.
Posted by rhapsody at 7:16 AM
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Solomon Solomon lived in a house
Whose little red roof had a leak;
Its dusty old shutters were gusty with mutters,
Its gate had a shivery squeak.
No stranger or friend ever entered his door,
Which suited old Solomon, quite;
Alone (but not lonely) he did one thing only,
He read to himself day and night.
One evening, it chanced as he sat in his bed,
Propped up in his quilt with a tale,
A rumble and mumble and ominous grumble
Announced an incredible gale!
It loosened the shutters, it toppled the gate,
It hoisted the trees from the lawn!
It swooped like a giant, rip-roaring, defiant,
And scattered things hither and yon!
But Solomon Solomon chuckled and crowed
And read to himself with delight,
So he failed to perceive when his chimney took leave
And his roof sailed away like a kite!
Nor did he observe when the wind picked him up
Where he rested so cozy and warm,
And blew him, unheeding (still placidly reading!),
Aloft on the wings of the storm!
Above his abode the good gentleman rode
Unconscious of tremors and jars;
In nightcap and tassel, past cottage and castle,
He happily headed for Mars!
The crowd was excited, the blue jays affrighted,
As Solomon (reading) flew by;
And the eagles and hawks with imperious squawks
Disputed his right to the sky!
The Milky Way curdled as over he hurdled!
Astronomers, finding his range,
In awe and surprise opened scholarly eyes
At the sight of a comet so strange!
But just about day, when the wind died away,
He started a sudden descent!
Without worry or care he tobogganed the air,
Turning a page as he went.
Yes, head over heels Mr. Solomon fell,
And contrary heels over head,
Until with a flip he concluded his trip,
Somersaulting right back into bed!
Then yawning and stretching, he murmured: "Ho-hum!
What a stay-at-home body I be!"
And closing his book with a faraway look,
"I wish I could travel!" said he.
Posted by rhapsody at 2:11 PM
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
Posted by rhapsody at 2:11 AM
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Thank you so much for changing your settings but I still can't comment on your website. But I'm glad to have the link! God bless you † rhapsody
Posted by rhapsody at 9:12 PM