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Grace Hughes Chappell


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Hola, pajaro!
Welcome to my house:
Your house is my
house. The seeds
at the house you visit
any time are yours;
the firs
the pines
and oaks
are here for free—
finders keepers.
I've been waiting
for you, wondering
if you'd come again
worried lest you'd forget
or had lost your way
or before you got started,
back at your place, were dead
in a ditch, as every mother here
and there says her worry;
then after I'd said, they're not
coming this year, forgetting
you'd come if you could,
here you are, your song
falling
like rain.
 

© by Grace Hughes Chappell.
Used with the author's permission.

 

 

 


Grace Hughes Chappell says, over the years, she’s been a mom, a daughter, and a sister, has taken care of ‘things’ (house repairs, car repairs, relationship repairs), worked as a private tutor, an English teacher, a travel agent, a receptionist, a telephone book delivery-person, a house cleaner, a reader to the visually impaired, a caterer, a snow-shoveler, and a writer. Her work is widely published and she is the author of ten mile creek almanac. For 50-some years, Grace and her husband, Don, have lived in northern California, in Mendocino County, and in San Francisco but, as of 2024, they have relocated to Minneapolis, Minnesota, to be near family. Grace's advice for a good life is to be kind, enjoy your family and friends, don’t be a drag (laugh a lot, sing, dance, do anything
that involves music), read a lot, learn to cook a decent meal, watch sunsets and birds and dogs, find something to do for which you have some aptitude, then be willing to work hard at it!


Post New Comment:
Sherry:
I can hear this bird!
Posted 08/08/2015 11:41 AM
diana.anhalt:
As a former long time resident of Mexico I particularly loved the whimsey in the opening lines of this poem. Diana Anhalt
Posted 08/08/2015 10:26 AM
Larry Schug:
Perfect! It's not easy to be a bird in this world of wars and other human created hazards. What if people had this attitude toward human migrants?
Posted 08/08/2015 07:53 AM
rksanders@charter.net:
Love this! I, too, have waited and watched for this lovely bird, fearing it would not come again--but it does come.I saw the poem shape as a hanging feeder.
Posted 08/08/2015 07:12 AM
Katrina:
I like this, shaped like a bird.
Posted 08/08/2015 05:15 AM


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