Poems for Dr. Kinyoun

   
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This is just a collection of poems written and produced in dedication of Dr. James L. Kinyoun for his 50th Birthday, March 17 (St. Patrick's Day) 1995. Done on commission of his staff at the University of Washington by the Irish Poet, Brand McLiam.

 

Contents:

The Song of the Heron

In Praise of a Good Soul

The Touch of Healing

March 17

"Please Don't Feed the Doctor"

To the Staff of Dr. Kinyoun

   
 

The Song of the Heron.

Hark the heron, hear its voice.
Sweet and slow, its sounds rejoice.
Glides it gaily, 'cross the sky
Bides the bailey, bye and bye.

Water marshes. Watch the sway.
Reeds and rushes lean away.
Breezes push and eddies pull.
These do hush the fussy fool.

Sweet the scentings of the lake
Tastes and sounds and smells all make
Glad the guest whose given choice
Harks the heron, and its voice.
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(Deibhidhe (jay-ve'e) Irish, Syllabic-accentual. A quatrain stanza in couplets. Alliterates twice per line. Two cross rimes in lines 3 and 4. Seven syllables per line. The poem ends with the first line being partially repeated.)

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In Praise of a Good Soul

Your talent marks the path the courteous take.
In every step and touch of Nature's home
You leave a token of respect, and make
The way more pleasant for those yet to come.

In details, much of life is often missed.
For far too often are the 'great' things small.
And we have such as you to thank for this...
The brighter days here given to us all.

You lead to understanding as you teach.
You share in learning and encourage, too.
Your hands give healing and your laughter, each
Gives hope and happiness in all you do.

Physician, Father, Friend and loving Son.
Good Husband, Mentor, student.. all in one.

(Elizabethan Sonnet, 14 lines, 10 syllables per line, Iambic Pentameter.)

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The Touch of Healing

The caring of others is there in your hand
And, certain as seedlings that lay in the land,
Their promise to prosper will bear fruit in full
If care such as yours is given by all.

Throughout the tilling of the soil,
there lies a need of both farmer and farmed to grow.
Such are the seedlings we plant in the earth
Their destiny springs from much more than their birth.


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March 17.

St. Patrick said "Lad, it's your Birthday
And even though it's on my date.
I really don't mind
As long as the time
You spend celebrating is great"

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"Please Don't Feed the Doctor"

or "It Needs Salt"

I worry 'bout a Doctor
Who operates on eyes
Who fails to see,
That "snack-crunchy"
Is "Styrofoam Surprise"

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To the Staff of Dr. Kinyoun

If I worked inside an asylum
And met such a grouping as these
My question to you
Would be "Who is Who?"
And "Why do these patients have keys?"

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