Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

God's Humor - Poem by Fred Babbin

Spring leaps in
And pirouettes with joy -
The buds poke out
Into the new-found warmth.

Old Winter's left behind
And soon forgotton
If the weather holds.

But sometimes,
The season drowns
The new life found,
and only mud remains.

Thus God's humor
Does astound us.
And we ask, 'WHY? ',
But I don't think God pays attention.

Comments about God's Humor by Fred Babbin

  • Rookie JS Black (12/6/2009 8:46:00 AM)

    A great take on the inevitability of nature...Jeff. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Lime and Tequila with a Splash of Pineapple (2/10/2008 12:47:00 AM)

    Just a joy to read, uplifting. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Anna Russell (2/2/2008 2:32:00 PM)

    I like this one. Reminds me a little of the Taoist version of a totally impartial heaven. Only sometimes, when someone's on the fence, the urge to push them off is overwhelming ;)
    Anna xxx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Roger Cornish (1/1/2008 4:00:00 PM)

    I like this one Fred...
    The good old wheel keeps turning matey!
    Roger. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

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