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Snap Shot
By Wayne F. Burke
strata of clouds
like furrows of
a ploughed field,
and pale blue sky
a jet cuts through
(on way to Timbuktu)
high above the hawks
slowly circling, and
lower down, crows
reserved and
wary
flying to & fro
their shadows flashing
over leaf-strewn ground.
Pssst
By Wayne F. Burke
Acumulus clouds above the
ridge line and
mostly blue sky, plus
warm sun,
but
an insistent wind too,
unceasing, refusing
to quit, and
whispering
that there may be
more–
more to come;
may yet be some more
of you know what–
I will not say it,
will not lay it on you–
do not need to,
right?
The Final Frontier
By Wayne F. Burke
the church steeple that
resembles a NASA rocket on the
launch pad at Cape Canaveral
suddenly rises, all engines on–
it is a GO
“we have a lift-off...”
Church fathers, mothers, and
brothers stare from
cupola windows
as the steeple elevates
into blue yonder
and disappears, on
way to exoplanet
Zircon-B
to start the first
Unitarian colony
in space.
To Name a Cat
By Old George
Someone left a cat with no name!
She is so sweet, so tame.
So I hade to give her a name.
I once knew a girl by the name of Alelia.
She was so beautiful like a princess!
Every one just loved her so.
It was like she spread sunshine where ever she’d go!
I thought what a nice name “Princess Alelia”!!
So I thought about it all day.
Then I named my little cat Gray!
GO FIGURE
Crows
By Wayne F. Burke
are owning the sky today:
big as dogs, with
raucous caws, swooping
through the rain.
Sort a Like Her
By Old George
It gives me such a thrill.
To see my favorite girl of “Trow Hill.”
She has the soft voice of a whippoorwill.
When I see her time stands still.
My heart races my palms sweat, I flush.
I don’t know why she’s so pretty!
She makes me feel as warm as a summer’s blue sky.
Makes me tingle all over.
A cold chill runs down my spine.
But it makes me feel so fine.
I always look to see if she has a yard sale or something free.
It gives me an excuse to stop and visit a while!
She has such a warm beautiful smile.
But I never let on, that I sorta like my “Trow Hill Girl.”
So she’ll never know I like her so.
I’ll just stay her secret admirer though.
Trow Hill Girl
By Old George
Of you I always dream.
In my dreams your face I see.
The only one for me.
Like a beautiful spring day.
The sap flows down the hill.
To make syrup as sweet as you.
On the meadow flowers will grow.
But none as nice as you.
The scent of apple blossoms fill the air.
For only you I care.
I only want to see you there.
While spring is in the air.
Till then “Trow Hill Girl” of you I’ll dream.
A Mother’s Last Wish
By Old George
Mommy loves you, though to heaven I had to go today.
The Lord called me home.
My work on earth is done.
Though Mommy had to go away.
In your hearts I’ll always stay.
Gently kiss Mommy’s icy brow.
As they close the lid down.
Seek one last glimpse of Mommy’s face.
Mommy wanted to stay to see you grown.
But the Lord has called me home.
Mommy is in heaven now.
In an angel’s home.
Look up to heaven on a sunny day.
Feel Mommy’s warm love for you.
Always be good, so you can join Mommy in heaven.
At Mommy’s grave bow your heads to pray.
While in eternal sleep Mommy lay.
As in life Mommy is waiting, to welcome
You to her heavenly home.
Kiss a flower as you place it upon Mommy’s grave.
To let Mommy know.
That from your heart,
Your love for Mommy will never go.
Birthday
By Kimberly Madura
fantasy and reality
blurred,
like watercolors
in the rain,
listening to Rachmaninoff
in Monet’s Giverny,
greens and blues in full relief,
lost and found
in the quiet rain,
only peace
Like a Star Lit Sky
By Old George
I look for my “Trow Hill Girl” as I drive by.
So in love am I.
But I’m too shy.
If I ask her, she’d only turn me down.
Laugh, make my heart cry!
I’m too ugly, too shy.
She’s as beautiful as a star lit sky!
So why would she want someone as I?
There’s a tree in the meadow.
Where the red poll sings a song,
As beautiful as the “Trow Hill Girl of my dreams!”
The idea of Go Figure is to arrive at the figure given at
the bottom and right-hand columns of the diagram by
following the arithmetic signs in the order they are given
(that is, from left to right and top to bottom). Use only the
numbers below the diagram to complete its blank
squares and use each of the nine numbers only once.
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