One More Time

 

 

                                                                                   

 

                                                                                               Jeanne Hannon Petras

To play in dirt

To perch on my Mother’s lap

To sit in awe at my first movie

To go on a hike carrying a paper bag lunch

To ice skate on a frozen pond

To roller skate on uneven sidewalks

To sleep in a tent at camp

To carry my towel wrapped bathing suit - -

- - >To swim in the city pool

To ask, “Want any Halloweeners?”

To believe in Santa Claus & the Easter Bunny

To find a reward under my pillow for a lost tooth

To find that perfect flat stone - -

- - >To pay hopscotch

To walk with empty tin cans on my shoes

To climb a tree

To have icicles stuck to my mittens

To ride my bicycle on nearly empty streets

To be “It”

To not be “It” and hide behind a bush

To be on my first roller coaster ride with my Dad

To sit on the curb at a parade

 To run in the rain - -

-- > To stomp in a puddle

To share a bedroom with my sister

To pretend that my brother isn’t there

To sometimes love getting scared

To hide a love comic under my bed pillow

To skip across the creek, rock to rock - -

- - > To not get my feet wet

To be told by a flower that I love butter

To know the answer to - “He loves me, he loves me not”

To not step on a crack and break my Mother’s back

To find an empty “Lucky Strike” pack - -

- ->To say, “Lucky, lucky, one two three -  nobody stepped on you but me”

To believe - to trust

To know that all people are good

To suppose that life was endless

ALL I ASK - JUST ONE MORE TIME!

　

　

　

　

　

　

　



　

A "DOWN DAY" INTERRUPTION

A "DOWN DAY" INTERRUPTION

 

THE BABY BUNNY WAS PLAYING WITH

HER TEENAGED BUNNY FRIEND,

WHEN SHE PEEKED THROUGH MY WINDOWPANE

I HOPED IT WOULD NEVER END.

"WHO IS IN THERE?" SHE SEEMED TO ASK

IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE TO PLAY?

SHE WIGGLED HER NOSE, STOOD UP STRAIGHT

THEN GAVE UP AND RAN AWAY.

COME BACK LITTLE BABY BUNNY,

I WANTED TO CRY OUT LOUD -

YOU MADE ME HAPPY AND MADE ME SMILE,

WHEN  REALLY DIDN'T WANT TO AT ALL.

                        By:  Jeanne

B-U-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z !

B-U-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z !

                                                                By:  Jeanne

The killer bee surrounds her,

She tries to run away.

There's no way to escape it,

It threatens her every day.

A bee has a reason to live -

It produces honey so sweet.

This bee just lives to sting her,

And topple her off her feet.

She wonders when it will strike,

And just when she thinks it's clear,

It will come out of nowhere,

To buzz round her head and ears.

She wanted to be a beekeeper,

And raise the finest kind.

She couldn't know the killer bee -

Would be out to destroy her mind.

The day will come when she will win,

She'll catch that pesky bug,

She'll swat it hard and see it lie,

A dead bee on the rug.

"REFLECTION'

Your hair is pretty, I like your smile.

won't you please stay awhile?

Be by friend, don't run away,

I have some things I want to say.

At times you don't like me much

And I never ever feel your  touch.

Be proud of me, love me too,

Words of praise and a smile will do.

I am you and you are me

That is how it will ever be.



By Jeanne Hannon Petras

LIFE - (A three act play)

Life is strange, it will fake us out,

Just when we figure what it's all about.

The script is written in our heads,

To be discarded each time it's read.

ACT I

Through childhood and uncertain teens,

Not on top or below, but somewhere between.

Our elders laid out the future to be,

And we followed each word so carefully.

ACT II

Yes, we married and followed each given cue,

Playing our parts as directed to.

Hence, we wrote and edited our children's parts,

Never asking what was in their own hearts.

ACT III

Now, this is life - though not as it was,

Our children are smarter -  much smarter because,

Now they're writing their own rolls, good or bad,

As we just watch and wish that we had.



MY MOUNTAIN

                                               By:  Jeanne

There's a little dirt road,

Which leads to my home.

My peaceful small corner,

Where wild animals roam.

The night stars glitter

On their canvas of black.

The silence is soothing,

As the moon rides its' track.

The morning clouds part,

A new day has begun -

In my beautiful world,

My own place in the sun.

"Fears of a Little Girl"

                                                                    By:  Jeanne  

The lights went out, the shades were drawn,

The sirens screamed at night.

Her stomach seized as she quickly hid

'Neath the dresser with books and light.

Beneath the city the coal was mined,

She never knew of that peril,

Till that small girl fell out of sight,

Just walking the sidewalk was Carol.

West of her valley lay a mountain,

Green trees against the blue sky.

Gazing across, she spied the fire,

"Don't come here - please not here", she cried.

Nights when her family were at home

All was right then with her world.

But should one of them travel out,

Her hand found her hair and she twirled.

He walked in from his long days job,

Was he in a good mood or bad?

She tried to make herself invisible.

From her unpredictable Dad.

Highway six-eleven, too near,

Truck's brakes would often fail there.

Her brother ran off to see the wreck,

She headed for that bathroom chair.

While lying in bed almost in dreams,

Her little dog down by her feet,

She heard a faint noise - what was that?

Wide eyed, there was no more sleep.

Her Mother signed her up for school,

She was scared the very first day.

Eight long years passed slowly by,

High School took those dark fears away.

Be a good girl, believe as you're told,

Or you'll suffer in the fires of hell!

She worried about each small thing,

Since she could lose her soul as well.

Decades pass, that little girl still lives,

With her fears, though not any the same.

She thinks of good things, takes a deep breath,

And carries on with life's silly games.