UU Fellowship & Fun - Ferry Beach, ME

On the Side of My Bed

 

On the side of my bed

is a bright red wagon

full of dreams

and memory –

 

of silver beach glass

and pink floppy hats,

of the blue relaxation

of book reading on Quillen porch,

of gray, rainy skies

and the friendship

and music of morning fog.

 

These memories are precious

like a rainbow

minus the rain.

 

Ferry Beach

 

F –

Family

and friends

 

E –

Excitement

Energy

Eternal

 

R –

Rain

A double rainbow stretched

from Camp Ellis to Old Orchard

Rowdy

 

R –

Reschedule

Remember when…

Did I say “rain”?

 

Y –

Yoga breath

YAHOO

Young people

  and not so young people

    dancing into the night.

 

Sitting in my bright red wagon

with knees bent to my chin

I hear the loud clamor

of singing after supper,

of dancing on chairs in Rowland after 9,

of children playing in puddles.

I hear and obey the meal gong

whether I am hungry or not.

 

Ferry Beach

 

B –

 

Beautiful bounty

Bottomless cup of coffee

“Hey,” said Mom.

“They’re having French toast

for breakfast!”

“Yeah, but I bet it isn’t as good as Dad’s!”

 

E –

 

Energetic children

Exhausted parents

And yet, everyone excited

 

A –

 

After-meal announcements

(enough said)

 

C –

Calzones and chaos

Ice cream and caramel

 

H –

Hands on a drum,

the sound of people

becoming one.

 

My wagon carries

the books I will read,

the drums I will play,

the poems I will write.

It carries my red rain parka,

my polka dot beach chair,

my yoga mat –

we must learn to be still

in the midst of activity.

 

It carries the waves coming ashore

and like the waves,

my dreams move swiftly

through turquoise waters

and return me

to this place,

this place

that changes lives.

 

Ferry Beach Community Poem

August 2008

 
Written with the help of the 7 & 8 year olds

When I grow up
I want to be
dark black like a fighting knight,
like a book writer
I want to be
pink like a fashion designer
red like a baseball player
green like a zoo keeper or veterinarian
purple like a figure skater's tutu
orange like a lion's rrrrroar
red like a rose
colorful like confetti
blue like so many things
I don't know what to choose.

 Scared is black like night,
brown like something creeping,
gray like a knife.
It happens when your dreams are bad,
when your parents are away
and you're all alone.
It happens when you are on stage.
Scared smells like rotten licorice,
like coffee, like your pounding heart
and feels gooey like the inside of a monster,
cold like a ghost.
Written with the help of the 9 & 10 year olds
 

If I Could Be

 

I would be purple

like the sunrise in morning,

turquoise like the waves on the ocean.

I would sound like songbirds

greeting the sun in the morning.

 

I would be black

like a shirt,

red like Mars,

white as teeth,

gray like a twister.

 

I would be brown

like the bare branches in winter,

quiet like the wind

whispering in the trees,

green like the grass

swaying in the breeze.

 

I would be transparent

invisible,

like a spider

spinning the web of life.

 

I would blue

like my glasses

or a worm in the ground.

 

I would be indigo

like the dark evening sky,

with fireflies to light the way,

the whisper of wind,

quiet,

but ready to blow.

 

I would be the sound

of a shy kitten’s feet

scampering away

or the sound of cheering

when the Yankees win the World Series.

 

I would be the sound of water

lapping the shore

like a monster’s mouth roaring,

dark brown like my eyes

or the bark on trees.

 

I would be the sound of snowflakes

gently hitting the ground,

yellow like daffodils in the wind,

red like a boat

on the clear blue ocean,

with the golden sun

shining in the sky.

 

I would be orange

like a jack-o-lantern

a spooky Halloween fright,

glowing like the sun

into the indigo night.

 

I would be blazing orange

like a standout to the world.

Written with the help of the Senior Youth Group

If I Could

 

I would be teal –

the color of a mermaid’s tail,

something unexplainable,

a periwinkle Crayola crayon.

 

Blue like the deepest part of the ocean

you see it,

but cannot touch.

Blue like a lake in the woods,

the whoosh of waves able to calm.

 

A fleeting flash of silver,

like an embroidery thread

that only reflects when turned a certain way.

 

A penguin –

awkward on land,

but swift and elegant in the sea.

A dolphin –

playful and friendly,

riding the ocean waves like a rollercoaster.

 

I would be a fox darting across the road

through your headlights.

Sliding through the trees,

lost to the darkness –

a future, fleeting dream.

 

The sound of snowdrifts falling

off the eaves of houses,

when the sun comes out and warms everything.

 

I would be white like fresh snow untouched,

a blank canvas waiting for fresh color.

 

I would be an elephant –

big, strong but gentle of heart.

A sloth, lazy and slow.

 

I would be the yellow sun of a spring day,

orange like a traffic cone

put in the middle of the road

to disrupt the traffic flow.

 

When I listen,

I hear the screech of a falcon

echoing off a distant cliff,

fading to silence,

the squeaky sound of wet sneakers

rubbed against a tile floor,

a snake slithering stealthily

through the grass.

 

If I could I would be a whale

large, calm.

A cheetah

powerful, fast.

A lioness

strong, loud.

I’d be the sound of a bunch of kids

with too much caffeine –

annoying,

like my favorite song

turned up so loud

it annoys the neighbors,

but ohhh so entertaining.

 

 

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