To celebrate the first day of Spring, I’m republishing my poem My Rite of Spring, from my book Some Poems About Life, available through this website and Amazon.com. My Rite of Spring I consider myself a peaceable soul.I value all manner of livable things.Insects and mice, spiders and voles.Just about anything Mom Nature brings. But I do have
It snowed last night, which reminded me to reprint my annual poem on winter. Perspective The son stood in the doorway,Behold a beautiful sight!As far as he could see,nothing but fluffy white! Today would be a timeof laughter and play begun.And most important of all,no school would spoil the fun! The father stood in the
From the “I Wish I’d Written That Department” — Here’s a clever poem by Michael T. Young that I’ve recently run across and I can’t help sharing. Advice from a Bat by Michael T. Young Hunt only at night. Fly erratically. Defy even your own expectations. Feed on beetles, moths, and mosquitoes, whatever is small
My Dream House Sometimes wanting is more fun that getting. I have been lucky to have been able to travel to great cities and historic sites and places of great beauty. I admire them all. So someday I would like to build a house to remind me of all those places. A themed room connected
In honor of spring, I’m republishing my poem My Rite of Spring, from my book Some Poems About Life. My Rite of Spring I consider myself a peaceable soul. I value all manner of livable things. Insects and mice, spiders and voles. Just about anything Mom Nature brings. But I do have my standards. I
The Clock on the Wall Keeps Ticking It’s 8 am and I should arise. The day is announced by a robin’s cries. Into the room the sunlight streams and abruptly jolts me from my dreams. And the clock on the wall is ticking. But soft is the bed and warm are the covers. and I’d
I felt like it was about time for another poem, so I dug this one out of my files. This is the first time it’s been shared. What Humans Do An ash tree was dying in the front yard, victimized by the ash borer. I paid good money to a tree service to chop
Still getting caught up after Thanksgiving, so here’s a quick poem from the unpublished pile — My Nemesis I don’t know why we didn’t get along. But all through high school he was there. He drew mustaches on my baseball cards. In music class when we were supposed to be singing he harassed me.
Here is a link to my favorite Thanksgiving poem. Unfortunately, I didn’t write it; Jack Prelutsky did. But it’s the kind of poem I wish I could write. http://www.homemakerscorner.com/turkeyshot.htm (Jack Prelutsky began as a folk singer, and has been making words rhyme for over 45 years. Since his first book, A Gopher in the Garden,
Since its the first of November, I thought it’s time to revisit my poem about winter. This is from my book Poems About Life, available on this website. Perspective The son stood in the doorway, Behold a beautiful sight! As far as he could see, nothing but fluffy white! Today would be a time
