first it was a rock
then it was a rail
now it’s been retired
and turned into a trail
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first i was a man
then i was a spiker
now i’ve been retired
and turned into a hiker
–photo by me
hike to rock-cut
Tag: poetry
fly
when your
woes seem like
they will never end,
do not despair, my friend-
life comes in moments,
and a sunny day
is never too
far away
–photo by me
limerick 92
with epaulets of scarlet and gold,
the blackbird’s a sight to behold;
his black wings sure ‘pop’
with red patches on top,
and he looks like a cop on patrol.
–photo by me
root beer rivers
we have rivers here up north
that appear to be sky blue,
but underneath their ripples
they are amber thru and thru.
they pick up many minerals
as they cross our iron range–
here, mother earth’s a hardy gal
with iron in her veins.
–photo by me
senryu 90
in the dark of night
our worries only double
upon reflection
–photo by me
haiku 202
eagles seize the trees
bending limbs like heavy fruit–
still, stoic judges
–photo by me
the battle of spring (archives)
as winter shed her overcast
the sun began to show
and suddenly a tuft of grass
appeared amid the snow
the withered blades lay all askew
like soldiers in defeat
but as the yellow army grew
the snow began retreat
soon winter all across the land
could hold the ground no more
and even snowmen turned and ran
for spring had won the war
–image by gemini
grandkids (shadorma)
now when my
daughter’s kids show up,
it’s just like
they’re my own–
‘cept that when i’ve had enough,
i can send them home
–photo by me
deadliest wild animal (tanka)
the deadliest wild
creature in america
is… the gentle deer
deer cause hundreds of highway
fatalities every year
–photo by me
senryu 89
our souls are like swans–
often seeking sustenance
in muddy waters
photo by aaron
michaeljordahl 