Virginia Lee Martin

Green Bay, WI, USA

I was born in Oconto, to John and Mary Merline on March 13, 1912. I graduated from high school during The Depression. I worked for Lauerman Bros. and the Post Office. I married Gus Martin and we had two children, Michael and Kathy. I've written poetry since I was fifteen. I am an avid reader. At age 65, I entered UWGB and took courses for several years. Psychology was my favorite. I sent in my first poem at age 84, and it was accepted and published. Two more are in the process of being published. I worked at the Opa, in Green Bay.

Contemplation

She's not always easy to live with,
There is no definite rule.
Though she can often be kind and sweet,
She can also be hard and cruel.

Though she has many facets,
She goes hand-in-glove with life,
She has always been a loner,
To, no man has she been a wife.

She is very seldom predictable,
She often keeps us guessing.
She can also be contradictable,
Whenever things get pressing.

We may, as well, take things in stride,
And leave her take her course
As water flowing gently,
Down-river from it's source.

She can look back to all she surveys
From way back when to our modern days.
Often called Mother, but never a nurse,
The grand old lady of the universe.
So if nature is, as nature does,
The the is that is, is the is that was.

Tis Autumn

On the trees and
On the ground,
Leaves of yellow,
Red and brown.

Remembrance of
The golden rule,
Children on their
Way to school.

All the way
Along the line,
Pumpkins ripening
On the vine.

The masses waiting
At bus stops.
Farmers harvesting
Their crops.

Untitled

Society cares not
What becomes of him.
He is just another
Grain of sand in
The hour glass of life.
All of his friends
Have gone on before him.
What will he leave
Behind with the
Setting of the sun?
His great love will
Live in the reminiscence
Of his four sons.