flags wave high and free
in breezes at end of May
in Memoriam
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Category Archives: Photos
BANNER MOUNTAIN GIRL # 20 “THE COLOR RED”
THE COLOR RED
the red wing of the blackbird
the cardinal on the trellis,
the redbird in the maple tree,
the red stripe of America’s flag
the cardinal in the rain will soon dry
and fly again, as great as before!
© 2017 Freeda Baker Nichols
Banner Mountain Girl # 19 My America
Mourning Dove
summertime
the mourning dove feeds
alone
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Today I Heard A Robin Call
April Fool
Sights and Smells of April
On April first, the little skunk
did not know what to think.
“Oh, Mother, will you tell me please,
what makes that awful stink?”
“I’d rather not have to say, child,
so I don’t think I will.
I’ll ask your dad to tell you that,
Oh, look! A daffodil!
Peach Blossom
And see the peaches now in bloom
beside the wooden rails?
A rainbow glows after the rains
in April. It never fails!
It brings delight to skies in spring
and rolls out shades of pink.
Oh, don’t go near the fools today–
they love to stir the stink!”
© Freeda Baker Nichols
REDBIRD STORY
#1 OF 7
#2 OF 7
#3 OF 7
#4 OF 7
#5 OF 7
# 6 0F 7
#7 OF 7
Autumn Preparation
Autumn Preparation
Autumn skies are dripping gray.
The leaves are bleeding brown.
Green-hulled black walnuts are dropping
like heaps of hail hammering down.
Red squirrels are packing nuts
for winter days ahead.
As for me, I just turned up
the thermostat to my waterbed.
©2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
Eggs for Bubble Gum
I traded eggs still warm for bubble gum
and always gave my baby sister some.
We blew big bubbles, like balloons of pink,
until they burst and stuck upon our cheeks.
We both blew bubbles quickly as a blink.
I liked the gum I got from Peddler Weeks
and always gave my baby sister some.
I traded eggs still warm for bubble gum.
© Copyright 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols
Poem in the Lil-Ann pattern. Reblogged from my earlier post, with added photos.
Yvonne & Freeda Baker by the lilac bush at the Banner Homeplace
Freeda Baker Nichols & Yvonne Baker Hall — waiting for Yvonne’s flight back out west.
Repeat Performance
Repeat Performance
My little angel dressed in shades of brown.
My granddaughter with ringlets hanging down.
You bring delight each time I see your face.
Your mother grew too big for lightning bugs
but now your laughter seems to fill her place
as you run after them and bring me hugs.
My granddaughter with ringlets hanging down.
My little angel dressed in shades of brown.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
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