The Song of A Soul in Raptured Wonder 

I’m a Christian Transcendentalist poet.

Can rhyme the words because I know it.

I can beat it. I can flow it.

I’m a Transcendentalist Christian poet.

Man is good and nature is fine.

No one can take away the shine

Of a soul in raptured wonder.

No one can put this mind asunder. 

I’m a Transcendentalist poet.

Can rhyme the words because I know it.

I can beat it. I can flow it.

Write the songs of a Christian Transcendentalist poet.

—Shirley Satterfield, South Boston

 

Bear In Mind

The sweet smell of night rain

Aged in mind and body worn.

My coffee and my rocker

Frame the colors of the corn.

Whilst bird song, and autumn breezes

Caress my home this fall

My furry friend, wet nose and tail

Reminds me, I have it all.

—Judith Robinson Schaier, South Boston