I know these guys have been here before,

but once again, as February fades

and March marches on stage.....

here they are again to emphasize

what's been floating around in February,

and what we can expect in the windy

blowsy month of March...

...............................

Well, I started this post some days ago

and never did get to tell you about what we can expect

in the blowsy month of March.

The one thing I can say here is that

it is the 3rd of the month

and there has not been even a hint of a breeze

to blow the March Hare in!!!

However, I can tell you a little about

the "Good Intentions" that I am browsing through.

A collection of Ogden Nash

that Charles and I bought soon after we were married

to start filling the bookcase.

Probably the 1942 edition.

The scarlet that encloses these well loved poems

was once a blazing red, but now fits in

beautifully with the rest of the books that have rested

on the bookshelf for the last fifty years - or so!

I take them from the shelves every now and then

and although Ogden Nash is probably a has-been now

to me he is a forever-humorous.....

His poems may be of a different time,

and not too current,

but to someone who came to maturity in the middle

of the last century, they are

quite precious.

There are long poems that take up a couple of pages,

and there are little short ones

that have told their tale in only

a few lines,

but they are concise and they stay with one....

for example

"ANATOMICAL REFLECTION'

Sally Rand

Needs an extra hand.

Not everyone would be familiar with Sally Rand

but to those who know, her name brings

a picture of half naked ladies with VERY large fans.

.There are another few words about

THE PARSNIP

The parsnip, children, I repeat

Is simply an anemic beet.

Some people call the parsnip edible;

Myself, I find this claim incredible.

There are other longer

and even more humorous poems

and I can only recommend to you that if you

happen upon a second-hand book store

you make a search of Ogden Nash -

or probably you can find him on your computer

and spend a happy hour ot two

being amused......

or bemused  if you are growing old

and reading this poem, ( that causes me to think!!!!!!)

"Senescence begins

and middle age ends

the day your descendants

outnumber your friends."