Mary Hargreaves

Unsung heroes are the brave-hearted
Who do their best, regardless of recognition
They are the givers
Overlooked, by a world filled with greed

The laughers
Who break the silence, in a room full of cynics

They are the teachers
Dedicated for a lifetime, yet so often forgotten

They are the nurturers
Whose own bodies suffer, from over-exhaustion within

The writers
Whose books gather dust, on the library shelves

They are the kind ones
Who take alot of punches, and never complain

The singers
Who lighten the air - on a busy day, in a traffic jam
Or in a long line at the grocery store

The lovers
Who bear heavy hearts, forgiving their betrayers

They are the athletes
Who control their tempers, when sport becomes a battle

The students
Who study day and night, yet don't quite get the praise

The healthy ones
Who are suddenly stricken, to a hospital bed

These are the heros
Who would do it all again, if need be

And in place of bronze, silver, or gold,
They earn a much higher degree

It radiates within their hearts where only angels know
This world is a beautiful place thanks to Unsung Heroes!

7/7/07

I didn't know how much it meant to me
That tall, leaning, white birch tree
Never thought I'd see it chopped
To clear a path for direct tv

It stood out like a sunray
In the east among the grays
A delight to see every time I looked
And now it's "poof", gone away

And our tv works just fine now
It fills the livingroom
With history and discovery
And we can even cheer the Bruins!

But when I look out my window
And see that empty space
I have trouble with reception
And can't quite concentrate

Birch trees are my favorite
I've said it many times
When all the other trees grow dark
The birch tree it just shines

Now this one's chopped and on the ground
With young roots still intact
Holding up a two foot stump
And this reminds me that

I'll never see that tree again
Swaying with the rest
When I look out my window now
My head turns to the west

Where I can only faintly see
A younger tall white birch tree
They won't get that one! I say to myself
As I hang up my newly made birch tree shelf

I didn't know how much it meant to me
That tall, leaning, white birch tree
Never thought I'd see it chopped
To clear a path for direct tv

March, 07

Thank you to the town of Norway
For a Summer Fest so fine
Art and poetry, music and dance
The best right down the line

Colorful and lots of fun
Something there for everyone
The Norway Fest is so unique
I love to walk along Main Street

All dazzling with self expression
A community with deep connection
Celebrating Forty Years
Let's raise our hands and give a cheer!

"You may not have heard me recite this at the fest,
because I read it in spirit." Mary 7/7/07