Friendship “Hello,” said she. “Who are you?” “I’m a pilot,” said he. “I fly big airplanes with lots of people on them all over the world.” “Where do you live?” said she. “I really don’t have a home,” said he. “Would you like to come live with me?” “Yes, thank you, I
Ode to a Modern Warrior He came at me mercilessly with anger in his eyes. His body language made it clear it was I that he despised. He swung a club right at my head, I barely ducked the blow. The next time I wasn’t quite as quick, he really laid me low. My brain
The Patriot Jerry is a patriot, he loves his country dear. He waves the flag on July 4th, he makes his feelings clear. He fancies himself vigilant, his loyalty is defined. But when it comes the time to vote, It tends to slip his mind. He thinks the world of veterans who‘ve come home from
On Importance I saw an old friend yesterday. A high school classmate. We had a lot to catch up on. He’s doing very well, he says. He has a very responsible position. He makes major decisions all the time. People depend on his judgment. They call and ask his opinion: the plant manager, Vice President
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 will draw the line. I have to set limits someday and sometime. Weeds in the yard — a depressing
For the past two days I’ve been working with special-needs students. This reminded me of a poem I wrote about them for my book Some Poems About Life. Drawing A Short Straw Sam sits at his school desk on a typical winter day. He’s working at his lesson, the first lesson of today, as
No Problem –Or How to Handle Difficult People I’m sorry, I cannot accommodate you. You see, I have things more important to do. You’re just causing problems and wasting my time, and I’ve fulfilled my quota, so please get in line. I’ve solved all the problems I can for this week so I just cannot
There’s snow all over the place in Dayton, OH, so today I thought I’d share one of my poems. (BTW, it’s in the Some Poems About Life book.) 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 of laughter