Town Poems
The Dream Patrol
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.
Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant lives;
For magic impels ways and customs to differ, like buds, as spring arrives.
Everyone called Willie Winkie, 'Wee,' since most elves were notably bigger;
But, he was Director of Dreams, scattering joys of plum night, with vigor.
Violence was completely unheard of, inside their peace loving community,
......
Backdoors of My Town
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces,
Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces.
People were as dissimilar as their houses, the both of them rather fascinating,
Like flashing disparities of dazzling stars, when a pale moon is procrastinating.
My customers and I worked closely together, to gain functionality with beauty,
As evening sun associates with indigo sky, generating memories of tutti-frutti.
Fabled friends and I had dancing fun, on smooth floors of the flowery nightlife,
......
O The White Towns
by Olga Cabral
O the white towns with picket fences,
and the green lawns, in the blue hills -
the courthouse bells are tolling, tolling
as for a pestilence:
and schoolbells ring an hour late,
a century late, to empty halls,
and the schoolhouse fortress stands besieged, ringed round with bayonets.
O the white towns with white courthouses
under oaks that stand for a hundred years -
......
The Dream Patrol
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.
Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant lives;
For magic impels ways and customs to differ, like buds, as spring arrives.
Everyone called Willie Winkie, 'Wee,' since most elves were notably bigger;
But, he was Director of Dreams, scattering joys of plum night, with vigor.
Violence was completely unheard of, inside their peace loving community,
......
Backdoors of My Town
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces,
Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces.
People were as dissimilar as their houses, the both of them rather fascinating,
Like flashing disparities of dazzling stars, when a pale moon is procrastinating.
My customers and I worked closely together, to gain functionality with beauty,
As evening sun associates with indigo sky, generating memories of tutti-frutti.
Fabled friends and I had dancing fun, on smooth floors of the flowery nightlife,
......
O The White Towns
by Olga Cabral
O the white towns with picket fences,
and the green lawns, in the blue hills -
the courthouse bells are tolling, tolling
as for a pestilence:
and schoolbells ring an hour late,
a century late, to empty halls,
and the schoolhouse fortress stands besieged, ringed round with bayonets.
O the white towns with white courthouses
under oaks that stand for a hundred years -
......
