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This is just a collection of poems written and produced in dedication of Dr. James L. Kinyoun for his 50th Birthday, March 17 (St. Patrick's Day) 1995. Done on commission of his staff at the University of Washington by the Irish Poet, Brand McLiam.
Hark the heron, hear its voice.
Sweet and slow, its sounds rejoice.
Glides it gaily, 'cross the sky
Bides the bailey, bye and bye.
Water marshes. Watch the sway.
Reeds and rushes lean away.
Breezes push and eddies pull.
These do hush the fussy fool.
Sweet the scentings of the lake
Tastes and sounds and smells all make
Glad the guest whose given choice
Harks the heron, and its voice.
(Deibhidhe (jay-ve'e) Irish, Syllabic-accentual.
A quatrain stanza in couplets. Alliterates twice per line. Two cross rimes
in lines 3 and 4. Seven syllables per line. The poem ends with the first
line being partially repeated.)
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Your talent marks the path the courteous
take.
In every step and touch of Nature's
home
You leave a token of respect, and
make
The way more pleasant for those yet
to come.
In details, much of life is often missed.
For far too often are the 'great'
things small.
And we have such as you to thank for
this...
The brighter days here given to us
all.
You lead to understanding as you teach.
You share in learning and encourage,
too.
Your hands give healing and your laughter,
each
Gives hope and happiness in all you
do.
Physician, Father, Friend and loving
Son.
Good Husband, Mentor, student.. all
in one.
(Elizabethan Sonnet, 14 lines, 10 syllables per line, Iambic Pentameter.)
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The caring of others is there in your
hand
And, certain as seedlings that lay
in the land,
Their promise to prosper will bear
fruit in full
If care such as yours is given by
all.
Throughout the tilling of the soil,
there lies a need of both farmer and
farmed to grow.
Such are the seedlings we plant in
the earth
Their destiny springs from much more
than their birth.
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St. Patrick said "Lad, it's your Birthday
And even though it's on my date.
I really don't mind
As long as the time
You spend celebrating is great"
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"Please Don't Feed the Doctor"
or "It Needs Salt"
I worry 'bout a Doctor
Who operates on eyes
Who fails to see,
That "snack-crunchy"
Is "Styrofoam Surprise"
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If I worked inside an asylum
And met such a grouping as these
My question to you
Would be "Who is Who?"
And "Why do these patients have keys?"
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