Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

A Canopy of trees (‘mummies road’) My mother, she was city born With buildings all around, When she got wed did make the move To rural town, with ground. When being driven ‘round by dad, Down remote country street, She loved the routes with trees on side When overhead, did meet. “Each time I drive on such a road I just feel so secure As if the leaves and branches strong O’erhead, safety, conjure.” Did venture down such road today. Branches with leaves did pack, And as I saw that canopy, Mum’s memory was brought back. To me, such road is ‘mummies road’ No matter what it’s called A sense of being comforted Bad memories, been stalled.

We hear CONGRATULATIONS, With trepidative fear, Has reached the Murphy household ’Twill last, for PLUS, a year. Two lives will bind together, Two families, unite, As Sarah and young Jason Have wedding plans, in sight. Two families will gather One more, to start, anew, When two young folk will answer Some questions, with, “I DO” So as you plan your ’nuptials’, Excitedly, with fear, The Andrews - Murphy union, Within a future year. Congratulations Sarah,  Congrats. to Jason, too, Your friends unite in wishing The BEST, to both of you. trepidation

It’s strange that as the years go by Old folk, they younger, get I have a mem’ry from quite young, I still can recall, yet. I would have still been very young But old enough to hear And understand all that was said By those I held so dear. In our village, with mother, From church, a girl, we met, Who’d be, late teens to twenties T’forget this, mum didn’t let. After initial greeting, Which really was quite short,                                                                                                                         A compliment was given,                                                                                                                            On this, I do report.                                                                                                                                                          “You’re looking good today Mrs Ross”                                                                                                          

Hi-fi enthusiast I dare you to write a 49-word poem, not including  the title, using the following words: scribblers,hurting, thunder, audiophiles. My ears they are a hurting . Our sons are audiophiles, In MY young days, just earplugs. When we would travel miles. Their ‘music’, LOUD as THUNDER. Whereas, my era - calm. Their eardrums burst asunder MY music, soothing balm. US, pen and paper scribblers. No ’tablets’, or pods in palm .

There are 'tears of sorrow' There's also 'tears of JOY, They're not assigned specifically To females, OR young boy. Depends on circumstances, It's NOT, a sign, you're weak, An inner felt emotion, Your tear ducts, they do tweak.