The Poetry of Ann Margetson

Music Speaks is the name of our concert this spring,
Let our voices with love of sweet music ring,
We hope we give joy to those who will listen
And happy tears of gratitude from many eyes glisten,

For as we sing from the heart, as most good singers do
We will bring joy to ourselves and other folks too.
The weeks of learning are all over, now is the great day
As we raise our joined voices in are own unique way,

The hall is full, we hope, and friends are waiting ready
To hear us sing with voices, sweet, soft, loud and steady.
May we bring a joyous moment with each melody we make
And maybe help someone with a heart with a heavy load take

A moment to hear one special song of the heart we may sing
And a touch of healing that with music our choir may be able to bring.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright April 19 2010

APRIL IS POETRY MONTH

April is poetry month so poets should celebrate
With an extra effort more poetry to create,
Help words to flow from heart, soul and mind,
With many poems of lilting beauty to find.

In some places spring is coming forth in glory
But farther north, that is another story,
No flowers yet bloom, but pussy willow is out
And the ice is slowly going off most lakes no doubt

So rejoicing in the return of darling sweet spring
Becomes a tantalizing and imaginary thing.
Yet was that a hint of the snowdrops at the edge of the lawn?
And some birds have returned for they wake me at dawn,

So even when spring comes late after winter’s reign
We northern poets should be able to gladly proclaim
That spring is a season that is now coming our way,
Even if we are covered in snow in the middle of May.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright April 7, 2010
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Follow the pebbled pathway that leads to the poets of old,
Some of the folks we knew and loved, old tales they told,
Here in our town of silver we find deposited words of gold,
I wonder if old miners this blessing could have foretold?

Each tree we plant should be chosen with much care,
To represent that dear poet who is remembered there,
With pretty flowers like iris and the sweet forget-me- not
And a small seat to sit and write poetry at the spot.

Let cobalt start a pebbled pathway to mark our poets dear,
Help visitors and neighbours enjoy their sojourn here.
Let us be the first a poetry pebbled pathway to make
And continue to plant sweet poetry for everyone’s sake.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright April 1 2010