Biography of Yen Cress
Mother of 3 sons, Grandmother of 8, used to teach English as a Second Language, now retired so I have more time for enjoying writing and reading, especially poetry
Yen Cress's Works:
Edited 'The Long Road to Freedom, ' by Michael Faber. This book is the story of the Vietnamese refugees as they fled their homeland and settled into life in America
Yen Cress Poems
The name implies inadequate size, And indeed, many shrimp are quite small. But a jumbo shrimp is in no way a wimp- Why call it a shrimp at all?
Questions For My Canary
Speck of yellow, cheery song, Toothpick legs below, Sweet canary in a cage, How much do you know?
At The Midway
A sow bug ambled cheerfully Along a country trail. He felt quite safe and debonair Inside his coat of mail.
The Song Of The Lark (Pantoum)
Alone, alone, I listened to a song, The lovely, floating warble of a lark. I heard the notes come drifting, clear and strong, Until the daylight faded into dark.
Hermit Crab's Moving Day
'Way out on the sand dunes or under a bush Lives a critter so cute, and so clever! He wears a smart shell on his cute little tush, And his habits are quite an endeavor.
We'd a mouse in our kitchen, So sorry to say, And the poor little rodent Was quite in the way.
What is that little sound I hear? A rustle, a faint stirring, A slight brushing, a scratch. I slowly turn and hold myself still and silent,
Neither lush forest Nor field of vegetation, Nor full of branches Bent with the weight of ripe fruit,
One pleasant summer day, Swinging gently in the window, My canary began to sing, Softly at first,
She rises bright as sunrise floods Her Grandma's garden tangle To meet her friends out near the walk Where fuschia blossoms dangle.
A lovely orange-and-black Gulf Fritillary visits my garden, looking for the passion vine where she spent her youth.
You back again? Who sent you an invitation? Never mind. Welcome to the comforts of home
The Fair Sisters Of Law
Some say the Lady Justice binds her eyes To fairly judge, impartiality The trait that makes her truly fair and wise. Oblivious of nationality,
She does her humble Christian works For cripple here and leper there, No matter whether danger lurks. She smiles at sick ones, while they stare
Good Clean Fun
She scrubs the floor on hands and knees
Nor thinks to take a moment's ease.
She dusts and waxes varnished wood
And wipes the mirrors as she should.
She polishes the silverware
And shines the glasses with a flair.
She tidies up each cluttered room:
No scraps escape her corn-straw broom.
She feeds the teak with Danish oil