Jim Yerman Poems

Children sing uninhibitedly when they're happy…like they haven't got a care.
Children will begin to dance spontaneously when there's music in the air.

Children will climb as high as they can climb…before they realize they can fall.
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We discovered her this morning…as we walked along the street
A tiny bird with a spot of yellow…lying at our feet.

Deborah bent down and picked her up…not a feather disturbed on her head…
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I love old fences…they remind me of an era…
an age that was simple and slow.
They are rustic, pastoral…picturesque…
and harken to a time long ago.
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I ran across a poem Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote in 1845 entitled The Arrow and the Song...

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
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When the sun has finally slipped away
and the sky is devoid of light
I love to sit and listen
to the music of the night.
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In geography it's called a confluence.
It's such a lovely word.
It's where two bodies of water come together
and meet to form a third.
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There is a timeless, fundamental truth the ancients would convey
that, when you stop to think about it, is apropos today.

lt has to do with knowledge, not the kind you gain in school,
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What can I say to ease your sorrow? In a lifetime of words I've spoken…how do I find the right ones…
to ease a heart that's broken?

When I see that you are hurting…that you're struggling
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There is a wise old saying…an ancient Chinese gem:
When three people walk together my teacher is among them.

We had a simple dinner with some friends and the first thing I was taught
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One thing this pandemic has been doing from the very start
is forcing us to look at life a little differently…as we stand 6 feet apart.

It's allowing us to reevaluate as we adjust our day to day…
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