The sun is throwing long tree shadows across my neighbor’s house and lawn. An early morning jogger went past my window and the yellow and white cat is still out exploring. I overslept. The reason? I stayed up really late last night watching a 1954 black and white movie, “The Creature from the Black Lagoon.” And I hate to admit this, but I dozed off on the sofa before it finished. I think Julie Adams was saved from the underwater cave and probably she and Richard Carlson sailed off into the sunset. The poor creature? Well, I believe he sank out of sight in the black lagoon, fatally done in by the blond actor…what was his name? Poor creature. If he had not been besotted by Julie, he would probably be alive today! But he kept coming after Julie, drawn like a moth to a flame. He wasn’t really that big, just bad and ugly, sort of resembling a fish. I think, although I’m not sure because as I said, I went to sleep, that Richard Carlson was the guy who got the gal at the end. Wasn’t Richard Carlson the one who starred on “I Led Three Lives’, the long-running TV show of the 1960s?
So, although I slept much later than my usual gettin’ up time, I do admire the stillness and beauty of this June morning. Which reminds me of another favorite poem, this one by James Russell Lowell.” I had to memorize this in high school and still remember the first few lines, thanks to my senior English teacher, Miss Kathleen Simmons.
What is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.
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