Tag: poem

Shot of the Day 10/10/23

I saw this old cop car in a farmers yard and had to get a shot of it. Perhaps I watched too many cartoons as a child, but these old Fords with the gumball machine on top were a lot of fun and common characters back then. They could stand up and walk on their wheels and used cats for sirens. They chased bootleggers and bankrobbers. This one still looks traumatized from it all.

he was born in the great depression,

and i can’t believe all that he’s seen;

just look at his facial expression–

i think that you’ll know what i mean

–photo by me

it’s over

back in the spring of the year

there were hundreds of pelicans here

and tourists would flock

to this gorge of gray rock

and everyone was of good cheer.

but now it’s the end of july

the river has almost run dry

and all that was here

is gone till next year–

summer camp’s over. goodbye.

–photo by me

tree frog

the tiny chameleon tree frog

blends into the forest motif

as a gray little bump on a log

or a green little lump on a leaf,

and nobody knows where he goes

whenever he’s not on the ground,

but equipped with his suction-cup toes,

he’s sure to be hanging around.

–photo by me

Mowin’ in the Wind

How can a man keep his lawn mowed down

Before it reaches the sky?

And how can a man spread the clippings around

Before he hears neighbors cry?

Yes, and how can a man simply mow his lawn

And kiss all that raking goodbye?

The answer, my friend, is mowin’ in the wind

The answer is mowin’ in the wind

lost hunting party (archives)

the snow swirled

madly around us,

thrust forth on

a bitter-tongued wind,

and everyone knew

that god’s icy breath blew

for the myriad sins

we had sinned.

and every man knew

he deserved it;

there wasn’t a one

to be spared–

and here we would freeze

‘neath the snow-laden trees,

but the truth was

we no longer cared.

we sat on the snow

in a circle,

each man but

a shivering shell–

we’d accepted our fate,

and now we would wait

to be warmed by

the fires of hell.