Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit:
I am in no way interested in immortality,
but only in the taste of tea.

Lu Tung

by Robert Frost

The surest thing there is is we are riders,
And though none too successful at it, guiders,
Through everything presented, land and tide
And now the very air, of what we ride.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth
But being mounted bareback on the earth?
We can just see the infant up astride,
His small fist buried in the bushy hide.

There is our wildest mount–a headless horse.
But though it runs unbridled off its course,
And all our blandishments would seem defied,
We have ideas yet that we haven’t tried.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit:

Sassafras wood boiled down to a kind of tea,
and tempered with an infusion of milk and
sugar hath to some a delicacy beyond the China

Charles Lamb


The Story of Brianna and Pete
by Kelly F. Barr

My tears fell like the drops of rain
That ruined my mood, my hair, my dress.
Handsome and debonair, his name was Zane;
He broke my heart as he left with Jess.

He’d asked me out upon that date;
I thought his interest in me was strong.
But one smile from Jess sealed his fate;
And as my tears fell, I fled the throng.

I ran blindly to that park bench
On which to perch and privately grieve.
Then the storm came and I got drenched.
Does my wounded soul deserve no reprieve?

“You left before I had the chance …”
A smooth, deep voice broke through my pain.
I looked into his green eyes — “A chance?”
“I hope Zane’s loss will become my gain.”

He clasped my hand, pulled me from my seat.
Took me in strong arms; we began to dance
Without any music or audible beat.
In his arms, my heart forgot its rants.

“Did you leave someone back there?”
He shook his head, his face close to mine.
From my face, he brushed strands of hair,
And in that rain, we lost track of time.

“You’re beautiful” were the words he breathed.
Then his lips touched mine, so soft and sweet.
I said, “I no longer feel quite so grieved.”
That’s how we became a couple – Brianna and Pete.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit:

Silver Jasmine is a delicious flower that adds a sweet fragrance
and light flavor to green tea.

To Him That Was Crucified
by Walt Whitman

My spirit to yours dear brother,
Do not mind because many sounding your name do not
understand you,
I do not sound your name, but I understand you,
I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you, and to salute
those who are with you, before and since, and those to
come also,
That we all labor together transmitting the same charge and
We few equals indifferent of lands, indifferent of times,
We, enclosers of all continents, all castes, allowers of all
Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men,
We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but rejoice not
the disputers nor any thing that is asserted.
We hear the bawling and din, we are reach’d at by divisions,
jealousies, recriminations on every side,
They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade,
Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up
and down till we make our ineffaceable mark upon time
and the diverse eras,
Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and women of
races, ages to come, may prove brethren and lovers as we

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit:

The first bowl sleekly moistened throat and lips,
The second banished all my loneliness
The third expelled the dullness from my mind,
Sharpening inspiration gained
from all the books I’ve read.
The fourth brought forth light perspiration,
Dispersing a lifetime’s troubles through my pores.
The fifth bowl cleansed ev’ry atom of my being,
The sixth has made me kin to the Immortals.
This seventh…
I can take no more.

Lu Tung

Life on the Pony Express
by Kelly F. Barr

The horse gallops, my spirit soars
As we kick up dust across the prairie.
My throat grows parched,
Yet I manage my “coyote call”,
Then slide from the saddle,
Mochila in hand–
Upon the saddle horn of a fresh horse to land.
I guzzle a ladle of cool well water,
Then back upon a horse
And off to the next station house.

When I finally arrive at my home station
Across the miles, covered in dust and grit,
I dismount, walk stiff-legged,
And rub my lower back and rump.
Bouncing across the prairie
Tires a body–
But lifts my spirits and lifts my restlessness.
Such is the life of a cowboy like me–
One only left in books on history:
A rider for the Pony Express.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tip:

Tea absorbs moisture. Be sure to store loose tea or tea bags in a tin or sealed jar.


When the world is at odds
And the mind is all at sea
Then cease the useless tedium
And brew a cup of tea.
There is magic in its fragrance,
There is solace in its taste;
And the laden moments vanish
Somehow into space.
The world becomes a lovely thing!
There’s beauty as you’ll see’
All because you briefly stopped
To brew a cup of tea.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday


Today’s Tea Tidbit:

“Tea is quiet and our thirst for tea is never far from our craving for beauty.”

James Norwood Pratt


He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
by Y. B. Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.