October 2007

            
The Poetry of JO Janoski


            


            MAGIC FOUNTAIN

            
Clear and sparkling, reaching high,

            then sprinkling crystals to ground

            bursting into a thousand jewels,

            their whishing the only sound.

            
Until giggles fill the air,

            Children have come to play

            in this fountain of wonders

            on a scorching summer day.

            
Tis a fountain of youth

            for children of all ages.

            All who taste its water

            freed from their very cages.

            
They come from the offices.

            And from all the schools.

            Men come from the mills.

            Workmen lay down their tools.

            
The fountain calls them all

            to swish its magic spray.

            Men become once more children

            and learn again to play.

            
It is a magic fountain

            where inspired youth is won.

            The magic's not the water.

            It's the laughter and fun.

            
Copyright JO Janoski

            
 

            
Morning Air

            
Soft morning air lays out its array,

            Sweet cherry scents and wild bird calls.

            Nature blithely starting a new day,

            Emerging sounds through thick forest walls.

            
Sweet cherry scents and wild bird calls,

            Animal squeaks, scratches and chatter,

            Emerging sounds through thick forest walls,

            Tiny bird feet pitter and patter.

            
Animal squeaks, scratches and chatter,

            Bees come buzzing and insects hum.

            Tiny bird feet pitter and patter.

            Living creatures of all kinds come.

            
Slowly the kaleidoscope reveals

            Nature blithely starting a new day,

            Insect buzzes and animal squeals,

            Soft morning air lays out its array.

            
Copyright JO Janoski

            
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Sunflower Fields

            
From tiny seeds for planting

            Little voices soon to scream

            With rugged green stalks touching

            Sunflower faces beam.

            
Sunflower fields are chattering

            in the middle of the day

            while the sun is shining

            and the flowers have their way.

            
Heads turned to face each other

            petals waving greetings yellow

            A warm sunflower convention

            Once a year to say hello.

            
Copyright JO Janoski