I am at the place the meadowlarks sang
I want to hear that lilting
That sweet song is not found here
My ears are dulled by years indoors
Have they fled this place or simply ceased singing?
Bring This Woman Irish Whiskey
She wanted Tullamore Dew
It was gone, thanks to her crew
The Chivas in her glass
Made her choke and then gasp
What’s a poor woman to do!?
Ashen Valentine
Ashes are black
Violets are blue
It’s St. Valentine’s Day
and Ash Wednesday, too
Paczki Poem
Today I’m honored to present this poem from a very special guest poet, my dear wife Joyce.
My love persevered
He came home with paczkis Yes!
Happy Fat Tuesday
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A very cheesy poem
My favorite cheese is Swiss
But I’d be so remiss
Not to mention bleu
No American will do
I find pepper jack
Too zesty, sort of wack
Give me endless Gouda
and I’m content as the Buddha
Wahoo’s Lament
The tribe will retire their chief
It caused the Commish too much grief
That red smiling face
was deemed a disgrace
Now half the fans have a beef
January, 5 PM
Long shadows cut sharp into the snow
Black against white
Sun withholds warmth but gives her light
Frosted panes, refracting
In a moment even light will be gone
We must mind our fires
Winter in my elementary school hallway
The smell of galoshes
resting in melting puddles
waiting for their student’s return
This was grade school
in winter
in Ohio
when I was young
Gratitude on a winter night
Warm home in winter
Healthy children safe inside
I’m blessed beyond words
Ice Skating Is Nice Skating
Another classic from my LP collection. Frank Luther had such good advice for the children, paired with singalong melodies.
In this track, we learn that we can’t skate on ice that’s too thin or we will fall right in. There will also be icicles up to your chin. Same goes for ice fishing and hockey. Guess Frank wasn’t that thorough after all, was he?