Rhonda Baker Poems

Along the Red Cedar there grew a town
Where antiques, art, crops and horses abound
Where you can hear music played in the park
How it slows down and gets quiet just before dark
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Heart of glass, heart of glass beating in my chest
This world is bumpy place, will you pass the test?
A kaleidoscope of color is coursing through my veins
The world is my chariot, just hold onto it’s reins
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Remember me when the South wind blow
Golden wheat, where the waves dance in row
Forget the emptiness and cold
Embrace love and the memories you hold
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Playing ball on the lawn with family and friends
A gorgeous spring day without ends
A tennis ball, a bat, two pieces of wood and a brick
A make shift diamond, that worked pretty slick
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Down on our little chicken farm
Two rooster each morning sound the alarm
A little green coop for them to roost
Two cinder blocks for a window boost
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As I look back on my own graduation, I reflect
On the race to finish learning, test and studying all I reject
Done feeling judged, tried of trying to fit in
Not knowing that exactly how I’d feel when the real world set in
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As this year comes to and end
I look back to how it began
It started out cold and slow
Then the year started to grow
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What are your memories of your mother?
Is she a person set apart from any other?
Busy all the time cleaning, to make things right
Waking you in the morning, tucking you in at night
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Harvest moon full and bright
Drive out the darkness with your light
Were those footsteps in the dark?
Are there faces in the old oak bark?
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Inside a building near the center of town
A glassblower’s love of glass is quite profound
With sweat on his brow and jacks firmly in hand
Lost in a piece oblivious to the land
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