Linda LeBlanc

Greenwood, Delaware

Here on our farm, called Sunny-brook Farm after our dog and our brook, my husband Joe and I raise our two children, as well as an assortment of animals that now consists of pigs, goats, chickens, and two cats, not to mention the mice, snakes, and other welcome and unwelcome wild life one finds on a farm. Since we moved here in 1993, each day has been a new adventure for me, filled with wonder at all this world has to offer for our enjoyment and contemplation. My poetry is mostly lyrical and reflects my love of our world.

A Promise Fulfilled

I promised I'd bury you
there, in our front yard,
beneath the tree you loved to lie under
while I weeded the flowers.

I promised I'd bury you
there, in the cool inviting shade
where you lay in summer, keeping watch
from our farm that bears your name.

I promised I'd bury you
there, under the tree you loved,
with a cross to show our love for you
and your love for our home.

I promised I'd bury you
there, and now I do,
in winter, teary-eyed, while branches bare
bespeak my sorrow that you're gone.

Little Sheep

My chickens are a flock
of miniature sheep,
feathery and rainbow-hued.

Around my lawn they
flutter as they graze,
presenting me a sweet, pastoral view.

Little sheep of black,
of brown, of gray
and white amid the early morning dew;

Little sheep blowing
in waves, upon the wind,
in unison, as if on God's unspoken cue.

The Snow Fell

God sighed,
and the snow
fell.

Drifting slowly,
steadily downward;
with an artist's patient hand
covering all that had grown
shabby with age; brown with time,
and sullied with man kind's strife and toil;
Causing the hustle and bustle of man
to abruptly cease,
with a mother's gentle hand,
and putting the weary
but willful world to bed.

God was tired, full of woe
from watching our business down below,

and so one day

He sighed,
and the snow
fell.
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All poems Copyright © 1996 Linda LeBlanc. All rights reserved.