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Poetry’s Magic

In this episode, Poetry’s Magic . . .

As autumn's crisp air ushers in the holiday season, I'm drawn into the magical realm of words. The soothing rhythm of poetry, the delight of children's stories, and the possibilities of this year's children's podcast create a joyful symphony.

Recently, I have been exploring the classic works of great literary figures from my library. With his earthy poetry, Carl Sandburg paints such vivid pictures of the American landscape that you can almost feel the breeze. Dr. Seuss, the master of whimsy, joyfully transports us to fantastical worlds brimming with colorful creatures. And let’s not forget Edgar Albert Guest, who beautifully captures the essence of everyday life, making it feel extraordinary: simple yet profound reflections on love, hope, and friendship.

You may have noticed recently that I've been adding poetry to my On the Fly blog posts to brighten things up. It’s been a delightful and rewarding journey, and I've discovered so much about the beautiful art of poetry along the way. I genuinely hope you find as much joy in reading my poems as I do crafting them!

In November 2022, we had the pleasure of introducing you to Edgar Albert Guest, an American poet whose inspiring words have touched the hearts of many generations. Guest was loved for his uplifting and hopeful verses, which beautifully capture themes of hard work, perseverance, and life's simple joys. His work uniquely connects with readers of every age, and his verses are still joyfully recited and shared today!

This holiday season, we’re excited to share one of his delightful poems that beautifully celebrates the lasting bond of friendship.

When Friends Drop In, by Edgar Albert Guest–Enjoy!

“It may be I'm old-fashioned, but the times I like best

Are not the splendid parties with the women gaily dressed,

And the music tuned for dancing and the laughter of the throng,

With a paid comedian's antics or a hired musician's song,

But the quiet times of friendship, with the chuckles and the grin,

And the circle at the fireside when a few good friends drop in.”


“There's something 'round the fireplace that no club can imitate,

And no crowd can ever equal just a few folks near the grate;

Though I sometimes like an opera, there's no music quite so sweet

As the singing of the neighbors that you're always glad to meet;

Oh, I know when they come calling, the fun will soon begin,

And I'm happiest those evenings when a few good friends drop in.”


“There's no pomp of preparation, there's no style or sham or fuss;

We are glad to welcome callers who are glad to be with us,

And we sit around and visit, or we start a merry game,

And we show them by our manner that we're mighty pleased they came,

For there's something real about it, and the yarns we love to spin,

And the time flies, Oh, so swiftly when a few good friends drop in.”


“Let me live my life among them, cheerful, kindly folks and true,

And I'll ask no greater glory till my time of life is through;

Let me share the love and favor of the few who know me best,

And I'll spend my time contented till my sun sinks in the west;

I will take what fortune sends me, and the little I may win,

And be happy on those evenings when a few good friends drop in.”


I’m Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. See you next episode.

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Don Hanley said…
Beautifully written Patrick - and I delight in having you drop by!
November 23, 2024 at 11:24 AM
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