It’s awfully hot
And very dry
It will not rain
I wonder why
My lawn is brown
And barely alive
Some of my plants
Will not survive
Mosquitoes are gone
I don’t know where
I’m not getting bit
So I don’t care
An Indian Rain Dance
I must learn how
Keep praying for rain
I must do now
By, Randee Saber 7/2/09
Houston hits record high with 104 degrees
Heat wave and drought during the summer of 2009
(CNN) -- Houston, Texas, had a record high temperature Wednesday as a heat wave continues to grip the nation's midsection, the National Weather Service said Thursday.
The city sweltered with a high temperature of 104 degrees Wednesday, a record high for June 24, forecasters said. The previous record high for the date was 99 degrees, set in 1980.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Immitation
Imitation butter
Many will use
Because they like it
While others refuse
Imitation sugar
In coffee and tea
For those on a diet
Or trying to be
Imitation flowers
I often will buy
You don’t have to water
And they’ll never die
Imitation Diamonds
So real they appear
Don’t get upset
If they disappear
Imitation singers
Try to look alike
Those who are famous
While they have the mic
By, Randee Saber 6/18/09
Many will use
Because they like it
While others refuse
Imitation sugar
In coffee and tea
For those on a diet
Or trying to be
Imitation flowers
I often will buy
You don’t have to water
And they’ll never die
Imitation Diamonds
So real they appear
Don’t get upset
If they disappear
Imitation singers
Try to look alike
Those who are famous
While they have the mic
By, Randee Saber 6/18/09
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
A dangerous job
Behind a desk
Reporting the news
A job that’s safe
Many will choose
A dangerous job
Reporting the war
Among the soldiers
They can't ignore
Kidnapped reporters
Are thrown in jail
In foreign countries
They’re denied bail
Invading a country
Without a gun
Only their camera
Continues to run
In North Korea
They're forced to live
Twelve years of labor
These ladies will give
A misunderstanding
On enemy soil
Innocent people
Are forced to toil
When in harms way
Reporting the news
Who's eager to go
Will any refuse
By, Randee Saber 6/9/09
Lisa Ling's Sister and Fellow Reporter Sentenced to 12 Years Hard Labor in North Korea
Monday, June 8, 2009 Last updated 10:30 a.m. PT
U.S. journalists Euna Lee and Laura Ling, sister of former View co-host Lisa Ling, have been sentenced to 12 years in a labor prison by North Korea's Central Court.
The reporters, who were working for Current TV, a company co-founded by Al Gore, were convicted of a "grave crime they committed against the Korean nation and their illegal border crossing," the Korean Central News Agency said.
Claiming suspicion of "hostile acts," North Korean authorities detained Lee and Ling along the China-North Korea border on March 17. The two were on assignment reporting on the plight of North Korean refugees.
"We are deeply concerned by the reported sentencing of the two American citizen journalists by North Korean authorities, and we are engaged through all possible channels to secure their release," U.S. State Department spokesman Ian Kelley said in a statement. "We once again urge North Korea to grant the immediate release of the two American citizen journalists on humanitarian grounds."
Secretary of State Hillary Clinton said on Sunday the charges were "baseless" and that the women should be allowed to return home. The sentencing comes amid rising tensions between the United States and North Korea, which detonated its second nuclear device in as many months on May 25.
Lee's and Ling's families made public pleas for the journalists' release last week before the start of the five-day trial. Lisa Ling said she hopes the women's predicament will serve as a catalyst for diplomacy between the countries.
Reporting the news
A job that’s safe
Many will choose
A dangerous job
Reporting the war
Among the soldiers
They can't ignore
Kidnapped reporters
Are thrown in jail
In foreign countries
They’re denied bail
Invading a country
Without a gun
Only their camera
Continues to run
In North Korea
They're forced to live
Twelve years of labor
These ladies will give
A misunderstanding
On enemy soil
Innocent people
Are forced to toil
When in harms way
Reporting the news
Who's eager to go
Will any refuse
By, Randee Saber 6/9/09
Lisa Ling's Sister and Fellow Reporter Sentenced to 12 Years Hard Labor in North Korea
Monday, June 8, 2009 Last updated 10:30 a.m. PT
U.S. journalists Euna Lee and Laura Ling, sister of former View co-host Lisa Ling, have been sentenced to 12 years in a labor prison by North Korea's Central Court.
The reporters, who were working for Current TV, a company co-founded by Al Gore, were convicted of a "grave crime they committed against the Korean nation and their illegal border crossing," the Korean Central News Agency said.
Claiming suspicion of "hostile acts," North Korean authorities detained Lee and Ling along the China-North Korea border on March 17. The two were on assignment reporting on the plight of North Korean refugees.
"We are deeply concerned by the reported sentencing of the two American citizen journalists by North Korean authorities, and we are engaged through all possible channels to secure their release," U.S. State Department spokesman Ian Kelley said in a statement. "We once again urge North Korea to grant the immediate release of the two American citizen journalists on humanitarian grounds."
Secretary of State Hillary Clinton said on Sunday the charges were "baseless" and that the women should be allowed to return home. The sentencing comes amid rising tensions between the United States and North Korea, which detonated its second nuclear device in as many months on May 25.
Lee's and Ling's families made public pleas for the journalists' release last week before the start of the five-day trial. Lisa Ling said she hopes the women's predicament will serve as a catalyst for diplomacy between the countries.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Likes and dislikes
I don’t like the opera
Or the ballet
Or shows where you sit
So far away
I don’t like museums
There’s too much to see
That walking around
Is not for me
I mostly watch movies
At home on TV
Where no one can sit
In front of me
Shopping for bargains
I love to do
But I won’t be going
To the zoo
By, Randee Saber 5/16/09
Or the ballet
Or shows where you sit
So far away
I don’t like museums
There’s too much to see
That walking around
Is not for me
I mostly watch movies
At home on TV
Where no one can sit
In front of me
Shopping for bargains
I love to do
But I won’t be going
To the zoo
By, Randee Saber 5/16/09
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
What's behind the curtain
The red velvet curtain
Soon will rise
The show will begin
It will be a surprise
Curtain call
The actors appear
After the show
The people will cheer
Window curtains
Keep out the light
And conceal you
When it’s night
A gown from curtains
Scarlett once wore
In Gone with the Wind
When she was poor
The iron curtain
No one could see
Was once a threat
To our country
Behind the curtain
A choice to make
Or keep the prize
That’s yours to take
By, Randee Saber 5/12/09
Soon will rise
The show will begin
It will be a surprise
Curtain call
The actors appear
After the show
The people will cheer
Window curtains
Keep out the light
And conceal you
When it’s night
A gown from curtains
Scarlett once wore
In Gone with the Wind
When she was poor
The iron curtain
No one could see
Was once a threat
To our country
Behind the curtain
A choice to make
Or keep the prize
That’s yours to take
By, Randee Saber 5/12/09
Thursday, March 12, 2009
The Count
Count the money
You have earned
Count the lessons
You have learned
Count the years
Since you were born
Count the times
You’ve been forlorn
Count the cookies
In the jar
Count the times
You’ve driven far
Count the times
You were unsure
Count the times
You’ve helped the poor
Count the weeks
We’ve had no rain
Count the times
You’ve been in pain
Count the days
Till you’re released
Count your family
That’s deceased
If you’ve ever
You’ve fought with fiends
Count the times
You’ve made amends
By, Randee Saber 3/12/09
You have earned
Count the lessons
You have learned
Count the years
Since you were born
Count the times
You’ve been forlorn
Count the cookies
In the jar
Count the times
You’ve driven far
Count the times
You were unsure
Count the times
You’ve helped the poor
Count the weeks
We’ve had no rain
Count the times
You’ve been in pain
Count the days
Till you’re released
Count your family
That’s deceased
If you’ve ever
You’ve fought with fiends
Count the times
You’ve made amends
By, Randee Saber 3/12/09
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The Last Banana
I’m a Chiquita Banana
The last one of the bunch
Hoping I’ll be eaten
Perhaps when you have lunch
When I was very green
You put me on a plate
To ripen with the others
Of the bunch you already ate
I went from green to yellow
That is, at the very same time
The others right beside me
Were eaten in their prime
Because I now have age spots
My final days are few
So put me in your cereal
I'll add flavor as you chew
I hope that you are thinking
Of something you can make
Mix me with some other fruit
Or make a banana cake
The longer that I sit here
My skin will get too brown
My insides will get mushy
I soon won’t be around
You shouldn't buy bananas
While I’m still sitting here
Worried I’ll be discarded
So now I live in fear
By, Randee Saber 5/1/06
The last one of the bunch
Hoping I’ll be eaten
Perhaps when you have lunch
When I was very green
You put me on a plate
To ripen with the others
Of the bunch you already ate
I went from green to yellow
That is, at the very same time
The others right beside me
Were eaten in their prime
Because I now have age spots
My final days are few
So put me in your cereal
I'll add flavor as you chew
I hope that you are thinking
Of something you can make
Mix me with some other fruit
Or make a banana cake
The longer that I sit here
My skin will get too brown
My insides will get mushy
I soon won’t be around
You shouldn't buy bananas
While I’m still sitting here
Worried I’ll be discarded
So now I live in fear
By, Randee Saber 5/1/06
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