Enga mellom fjella

Maureen (the poem)

Finished this morning in the bathtub ... just like yesterday!

Maureen

I see
upon that distant plain wheat-green:
Nebraskans hard at work,
white minarets,
Maureen.

False Spring
begins in March
frogs croak to cardinal calls
the fields plowed and tilled for corn
and beans.

Red wings
now soar above the rain soaked gleam
on growing sorghum stalks,
on past May kings,
bee queens.

In tune
with harvest cheer
from ivory minarets
that sail these distant plains I hear:
Maureen.

© Kåre Enga 2008 [165.14a] 2008-04-04

ME:

I always meet people. Joked with Ranita while she was showing off Indy to Andrew. Ruth has been calling me Santa and Fay wondered whether I was all dreesed in black to show off my beard. (need to get it trimmed).

LN has a Clark Cortez (RV) for possible sale. It is very tempting. Not great on mileage (not horrible neither) but front wheel drive and the price is right.

Would look something like this: http://classiccamperclub.tripod.com/featuredvan.htm

April 4th, 1968

For those of you who were old enough to remember:

Do you? I was in class and the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. The school was locked down. Everyone knew it wasn't business as usually. It was the hush ... before the storm.

A link: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080404/ap_on_re_us/king_anniversary

Soon it will be time to seek shade:



Kansas: 52º, white puffs, soft blue, bright green. Spring in Kansas! ** Image ID #1329288 Unavailable ** .

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