Picture Dictionary Of The Beautiful Phonics Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

We learned the sounds for sun and moon and stars
For house, for home, for all the hours
For parents, grandparents
Plant and stone
For seasons, colors, holidays too
For friend, for teacher
For church and school
For ice cream pink within the cone
For rains that fall
For feeling alone
For green of grass
For red of rose
For love of thee
Lord, I compose
Small songs of memory
And of love
And mourn and mourn
The wounded Dove.
My language
Rumbling, shorn of fleece
Made out of brickbats now
And stick figures unsmiling.
Mary angela douglas 31 january 2024