The Circumstantial Spider
by Carol Armbrust 10/98

A brown house spider spun his webs all 'round my walls, all 'round
Tending them with such great care. an' making them quite sound.
I, too busy, or just lazy, tear down his webs, did not.
From watching all the work it did, my empathy was sot.
An invasion of black ants, I saw, came boring through my wall.
Now, fret, I did, and I admit, for the spider, I did pall.
But then, a happy circumstance came out of my demise,
The spider dined upon the ants in lieu of having flies
I wondered at its diligence, an' marveled at its speed.
It was so skilled at killing them, you'd think it was a need.
Now, every day I do allow this pageant to proceed
The marching of the silly ants an' the spider at its feed

Just Sing A Little Song
-Carol Armbrust 5/97

If ya got a problem, just sing a little song
Don't ya worry a bit about the things that 've gone wrong
If you're playing hard but then you drop the ball
Remember that it's "just a game" an' don't ya fret at all
Ya don't wanna be crying, just sing a little song
Sing it out just like as if there's really nothing wrong
If you're working late an' the boss is on your back
Sing a little ditty an' you'll soon be back on track
Got a pile of homework an' the teacher won't let up
Hum your favorite verse to bring ya... up outta your rut
You'll feel a whole lot better, don't give in to gloom
Before you know... the sun will shine just like it does in June
Just sing a little song, whistle, hum, or rap
To let your worries get you is a melancholy trap

a mist
- Carol Armbrust 5/97

dusk... the sun is going down and in the half light I see
muted greens of bush and grass imitate a shifting sea
a mist covers the valley obscuring my sight
like an opaque bridal veil worn by the virgin night
on the crest of the hill the mist swirls around
cool and fine the feeling without a single sound
all around me without a sound the mist whirls
like a silk gauze curtain in a cool breeze, unfurls
in the fading light the mist starts to clear
I walk on - in the dark without a thought of fear
the mist lifts away but I hope that I will find
the memory of its soft touch ever to be mine

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