Mud-caked shoes sinking
The pond is low, not yet dry
I slog off the trail
Mud-caked shoes sinking
The pond is low, not yet dry
I slog off the trail
Perry Como’s voice
Smooth and strong with perfect pitch
No equal today
Qoheleth warns us
Vanity of vanities
Vanity, all things
Mosquitos bite me
Technically, they do not bite
Mosquitoes do suck
I am driving west
Past the place I used to live
Memories flash by
Your knife cuts the bark
This does not make you famous
This shows you’re stupid
A school will be built
First there must be town meetings
Citizens question
This summer is hot
Political heat rising
Lord, send us relief
“I need you to help”
Volunteers answer the call
That’s how things get done
Wish I had a poem
There must be one in my head
Nope, can’t think of one