Honey Bee
The honey of a hive
you are sweet and know how to try.
As busy as a bee,
me nor this world could not enjoy life with out thee.
I kiss your honey lips,
They are sticky,
let them stick to mine.
See how you make our love sweet?
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1998.
The Eagles Flight
Shadow of Eagles wings
The spirit within me sings
I brace myself,
for great heights I fly,
with open wings that carry me,
way up in the sky.
Silver moon, my guiding light,
night skies can not blind this Eagles sight.
Over the forest, over the Cree,
oh happy am I, my life is thus free.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1994.
I have rays.
I have rays.
You have rays.
We've evolved like suns.
We and others have evolved like suns,
in this and every other galaxy in the Universe.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1998.
The Lost Colt
Spring arrived and a young horse rode,
by a lone green field,
on an old stone road.
The budding of leaves,
the sound of a brook,
a broken old tree,
in the sun by the brook.
He flew here today,
the robin still perching.
He knows he will stay,
or always keep searching.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1987.
Searching for Nature's Cure
Herbs and mushrooms,
growing in the forest.
Pick them and put them in your basket.
Wind and leaves,
so earthy, so wild,
siamese trees!
Soups ready;
smells good,
like the forest.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1998.
I can hear the Church Bells.
The church bells rang in their own beautiful musical way.
I ran there, so I would not be late for church.
I prayed silently to Jesus.
I feel that he loves me,
just like he loves everyone else.
So I prayed, 'Jesus would you like to have a good time with me!'
'Dance to some reggae, to pop & waltz
and sweat it out ot some punk rock.
We could spend hours on the dance floor.
We could dance to both of our favorite music.
If ever you want to,
let me know.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1999.
Wolves way up
The wolves of the Yukon,
live in Canada's cold.
Running wild and freely,
as ageless as their land,
they hunt to stay alive.
It's natures cycle.
So let them live forever.
Let us hear their howls,
in the night,
in the wind.
Why do I hear Mozarts Symphony #40?
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1999.
Trees
Trees in the forest,
in a warm mist,
call it a jungle,
it tangles it twists.
Nobody goes there.
It's a diverse place.
Green, light green, dark green,
all shades of green,
a heaven where one can not survive.
I wish I was a bird,
where tree and trees above I'd fly.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1999.
My Family Tree
I was a tree.
Then a branch of the tree.
Now I am a leaf that has been blown off.
I hope I don't get blown even farther away,
from the tree I once was.
I hope I can return to be a bud for the tree.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1998 and 2007.
The Moon is Bright on a Cloudless Night
The bashful moon comes out at night.
At night, where everyone can see.
How about paying the gods to blow the clouds away.
Bright moon; rich night,
Buying expensive drinks and dancing;
Casinos and dinning.
Maybe one day a person or a country will buy the moon.
Forget that; the moon belongs to the earth.
Where the gods and godesses dance and romance.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1999.
Earth
The First World,
The Second World,
The Third World,
together they symbolise the Trinity.
This Poem Dedicated to the Religious.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1997.
Will This Cow See The Blue Milky Way?
It's roots spread out to hold it's weight.
The roots are travelling at a rate.
The trunk so heavy,
Pure and rare,
That it's arm reach out to multiply it's share.
Leaves and branches,
That are too,
And in abundance territorial cows too.
The cow on all fours thinks she sees the trunk but no more.
It's spirit our milk thinks the beasts can see more.
So scatter your leaves,
And eat up the grass,
While father comes home to pore milk in your glass.
Thank you great tree for your roots know your way,
But will this cow ever see where there's a Blue Milky way?
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1987.
These poems copyright to Jennifer Arbour 1987-1999 under Canadian
and International Law.
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