Highlight of my morning

In case someone thinks we are having problems with Thanksgiving plans this year (due to the previous mini-entry), we aren't.  Oh, there's always a wee bit of dysfunction involved in any holiday, but nobody is angry or hurt this year, so far as I know; as much as anything, it's the memory of previous years that makes me think about holiday planning problems.  Another thing: How do you like my new header picture?  Can you see me peeking around the tree?  I loved the tractor picture, but it just wasn't "me".  And now, on to some "fancy" poetry.
Coffee.  Wonderful coffee.  I cherish it so highly that I wrote two separate (mediocre) poems about it in one year.

COFFEE

© copyright September 18, 2003

Donna Wood

If nothing else should come my way

Worth mentioning in rhyme today,

At least the coffee in my cup

Gave me some cheer, and woke me up.

If, when I get to work today,

My tasks fill me with some dismay,

I will remember (as I should)

The coffee that I drank was good!

The experts say, “Give up caffeine.”

Such a proposal is obscene!

When I drink coffee before dawn,

It gives me reason to go on.

Life's little pleasures are the best

And help us, as we meet each test.

Thank God for each day I wake up...

And for the coffee in my cup!

COFFEE

(c) copyright May 22, 2003

Donna Wood

Who figured out you could make a brew

To cheer you so, when the day is new?

Who, in Africa, munched a bean

And felt effects of the drug, caffeine?

I’ve read that a man was herding sheep

That ate the berries, then couldn't sleep.

Then monks found out they'd stay awake

If they took a little "coffee break".

Turks were the first to brew the drink

That cheered the heart, and helped them think.

Then Arabs took it for their own:

Its taste and powers became world-known.

Here's to coffee, much maligned...

But a boon to man- (and woman-) kind.

When it's hard to rise and greet the dawn,

My cup of coffee takes me on.