Naked to the Wind
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The poem "Jonah and Me" won first prize in the religious division of the 1986 American Poetry Society competition. "Wyoming" placed third in the Wyoming Writers annual poetry competition in 1987.
Allyene Palmer
Allyene Palmer is the wife of an Anglican priest and has lived in Ohio, Florida, Colorado and Wyoming. She and her husband share seven children, all of whom are grown with families of their own –– twenty-two grandchildren, thirty great-grandchildren, and three great-great-grandchildren. Allyene received her masters degree in Theology at seventy years of age and her PHD at seventy-eight years of age.
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Naked to the Wind - Allyene Palmer
Places
Somehow the heart picks
A particular place to love
Above all others; and yet
A distant country
Calls. Sometimes
A little town passed through
Creates an ache,
A yearning - it is sad
To give up all the places
Never known.
Wyoming Lovesong
I’ve seen high mountain meadows lying golden in the sun. I’ve seen deep shadowed valleys where crystal waters run. I’ve seen the glory of the sunset painted on the western sky, and the yawning purple canyons where the swooping nighthawks fly. I’ve sat upon a sun-warmed rock to watch the squirrels play, heard the bugle of the regal elk on a crisp October day. On the sunny side of a haystack I’ve sat and read a book in February warmth brought in by the welcome, good Chinook. I’ve smelled rain out on the prairie, heard the Hahn’s Peak’s lonesome wail; seen dappled shadows moving on a pine-needle-cushioned trail. I’ve heard the rain-drops’ rhythm on a tent in high cow-camp, played solo
in the evening by the light of a coal-oil lamp. I’ve heard some tough old cowhands tell their tales of times long gone. I’ve washed my face in an ice-cold creek in the rosy mountain dawn.
I wish that some way I could tell you about this land I’ve loved so long. I love this old Wyoming where the wind blows free and strong; where nothing is built so high as to block the sky that I can see, and the moving, shifting, changing clouds are part of the scenery.
Not Even Grief
A vacant house sits high on a barren hill
Where no grass grows; rocks surround, sparce straggles of sagebrush
Clutch tenaciously at sterile ground.
Two gnarled cottonwoods
Stand, gaunt guardians,
More branches bare than leafing,
Only a token acknowledgment give
To season’s change.
The old house sits with sagging porches,
Windows staring lifelessly
And sightlessly, while aimless idle winds
Pluck ceaselessly and make no difference
To this old house which just is there, and is.
Too many years of drouth, a cloudburst flood,
Too many buffetings by tearing blasts
Have drained this house of heart and love, have emptied it.
Not even grief remains, to give it life.
Seasons
Springtime valleys, sunlit green with forget-me-not coverlets of astonishing blue; daisies of lavender, yellow, white, Indian paintbrush of scarlet hue.
Summertime valleys, emerald velvet with blossoming cloverfields silverbright; orange tiger lily, purple phlox, Queen Anne’s lace in pristine white.
Autumntime valleys, soft green-gray bounded with goldenrod catching light; silverdollar seedpods, milkweed, too, bronze at evening and ghostly at night.
Wintertime valleys, dappled in blue, carpeted with snowdrifts stitched with pine; pink glow in the sunrise, and deep in the sunset,