by Alicia Beckwith


Hey politics man,

how does it feel

to go on with your plan

pretending you’re real?

Hey elected man there,

do you really see?

Do you really care

‘bout your fellow man and me?

Line your pockets, right?

Turn the other way?

Budget too tight?

Well, just vote NAY!

Remember promises you made

on Embargo? Tariff or trade?

You broke them on whim,

your goal just to “win!”

Open your eyes real wide!

Stop trying your secrets to hide!

Listen to your constituants, please!

Stop acting the sleaze!





I heard a stream nearby the covered bridge

as it ran into the old stony ridge.

It babbled along on its merry way

on that bright warm sunny day.

It seemed to sing as the water danced.

It bounced along and seemed to prance

over tall boulders so shiney and wet

rushing on its journey, and yet…..

A melody came forth from its force and softly sang

as its bubbly voice over rocks it rang.

A melody beautiful and sweet

notes to my ears rose up to meet.

A lullaby for all to hear

as I walked over to be near.

Listen to the tune it does sing

making sweet memories there to ring.

Next time you hear a brook

go closer to take a look.

Close your eyes, and quietly wait and see

what the lullaby has said to me.



Alicia Beckwith is a local poet and has been writing poetry for four decades.  Her poems have been published in book collections and magazines.