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  197.     

Oh, The Hats

The cities, oh, the cities,
Chicago, New York and St. Lou,
Sacramento to Pittsburg to Boston,
Upward and outward they grew.

The shoes, oh, the shoes,
The pairs had no left and no right!
Clumping in streets of wet clay and mud,
I shudder, appraising their plight!

The hems, oh, the hems,
Of multiple ankle-length skirts!
And oh, those cantankerous corsets,
Resolutely drawn in till it hurts!

The wool, oh, the wool,
Some folks would have never survived.
Though itchy and scratchy and rough,
It kept many adventures alive!

But the hats, oh, the hats,
On peacock feathers they splurged!
When pheasants and quails donated their tails,
The ladies all fluttered like birds!
 
Connie Yost

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  198.     

Lady Goulds

Moving from Chicago to Missouri wasn't easy
but breeding Lady Goulds kept me sane
for many years- well, almost.

I was writing then to make a living.
All day I'd rearrange other people's words.
I needed Lady Goulds to look at

in the evening and most weekends.
Otherwise I might have married
some nice lady for the wrong reason.

Right now, a canary helps me dance
away the years or days or hours
I have to face before

I take on a cane or walker.
The canary calls the dawn with glee.
Lady Goulds, you see, don't sing.

They don't have to.
All they have to do is sit there
as if Mondrian painted them

or God lifted a pinkie on the 7th day.
The beauty of the Lady Gould,
some say, is the result of evolution.

There was no grand designer,
most scientists maintain.
The Lady Gould is one big accident

that happened eons ago.
I find it comforting to stare at them
and know otherwise.
 
Donal Mahoney

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  199.     

Snowy Owl - Lincoln Park Zoo

Call me one happy snowy owl,
Outside at the Lincoln Park Zoo,
As arctic sub zero winds howl,
Freezing Chicago through and through.
Perched on high in my habitat,
Warm in my snowy feathered cloak.
The lack of humans, I muse that
'Tis time for how cold is it joke.
'Too cold, too cold, ' humans complain.
'It is so cold, ' humans do shout.
And these words form an icy chain.
Each such complaint must be thawed out.

Come visit me when super cold.
Stop complaining - be super bold.
 
Ima Ryma

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  200.     

##38 (Vivekananda) Arrival at Chicago

Swami Vivekananda’s train
Reached Chicago Station
Late in the evening time.
None came to receive him.

He had lost the address
Of the head of delegates,
And there was no one
To give him information.

In that strange foreign land,
None gave a helping hand.
As his dress appeared peculiar,
They took him as a wanderer.

On the sidewalk, he sat.
A lady saw his pitiable plight
Gave him food and shelter,
As her guest of honor.

Mrs. George W. Hale was
That kind lady, his hostess,
Who took him to the Office
Of Parliament of Religions.

Dr. J.H. Barrows was
One of her friends.
As well as the President
Of that Parliament.

The President invited him
To represent Hinduism
And he was then free from
The admission problem

Both the kind hearted families
Of Hale and John B Lyons
Became his lifelong friends
And he stayed in their house.

It was the mercy of God
That, in fact, guided
This well deserving soul,
For his ‘ever-sincere’ role.

Amidst all his difficulties
There came many helpers
As if it was pre-planned
Always by the will of God.
 
Rajaram Ramachandran

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