If It Were March
If it were March—say, early March—a day
Much more like late-June days, the sun
Warm, waking up as if to say,
“Spring’s off, summer’s begun!”—
Which would, with spring in the wings, be out of whack,
A little premature as yet—
Your thoughts might leap ahead, then back
To days you won’t forget.
You might remember summer words, might find
Words hidden away since winter’s start
Returning now—words called to mind
For things you know by heart:
Lake, woods, dark nights, bright stars, breeze in tall trees,
Beach, raft, steep slide, sand, picnic, ants.
The mind replays good memories
If given half a chance.
If You Had Been There
The famous appearance of a boy and girl—a very long time ago,
in the Village of Woolpit, in Suffolk, England—both of them
wearing unfamiliar clothing and speaking an unknown language,
both with green skin—has never been fully explained.
If you had been there on the day
The two green children first appeared,
What do you think you would have done?
A priest might have knelt down to pray.
A doctor might have looked up weird
Diseases, then advised more sun.
You would have been more practical,
Knowing the world a child knows,
The frightened children’s quiet mood,
That it’s a hard thing, feeling small
And strange and far from home. Clean clothes,
Warm smile, warm place to sleep, some food—
You would, at least, have offered these,
Knowing they’re all necessities.
Charles Hughes has published two books of poems, The Evening Sky (2020) and Cave Art (2014), both from Wiseblood Books. He is lately writing poems for children.
If It Were March
If it were March—say, early March—a day
Much more like late-June days, the sun
Warm, waking up as if to say,
“Spring’s off, summer’s begun!”—
Which would, with spring in the wings, be out of whack,
A little premature as yet—
Your thoughts might leap ahead, then back
To days you won’t forget.
You might remember summer words, might find
Words hidden away since winter’s start
Returning now—words called to mind
For things you know by heart:
Lake, woods, dark nights, bright stars, breeze in tall trees,
Beach, raft, steep slide, sand, picnic, ants.
The mind replays good memories
If given half a chance.
If You Had Been There
The famous appearance of a boy and girl—a very long time ago,
in the Village of Woolpit, in Suffolk, England—both of them
wearing unfamiliar clothing and speaking an unknown language,
both with green skin—has never been fully explained.
If you had been there on the day
The two green children first appeared,
What do you think you would have done?
A priest might have knelt down to pray.
A doctor might have looked up weird
Diseases, then advised more sun.
You would have been more practical,
Knowing the world a child knows,
The frightened children’s quiet mood,
That it’s a hard thing, feeling small
And strange and far from home. Clean clothes,
Warm smile, warm place to sleep, some food—
You would, at least, have offered these,
Knowing they’re all necessities.
Charles Hughes has published two books of poems, The Evening Sky (2020) and Cave Art (2014), both from Wiseblood Books. He is lately writing poems for children.
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