In Honor of Our Veterans

In Honor of our Veterans11/11/19 I wonder, did it feel more frigid for our boys in blue, Holding the line at Valley Forge during the winter of ’77? (Pennsylvania, Dec., 1777) Than it did for our gallant Marines at the “Frozen Chosin” reservoir, A million miles from...

My Colors Are Tried and True

A poem honoring autumn and the perpetual power of love. My Colors Are Tried and True I see a glorious Sugar MapleProspering upon a hill. Her sequined leaves glitter and swaySaluting Nature’s perpetually marching mill. An intensely deep, Blueberry SkyAnd the Sun...

Steps to Where?

Leading to a gradient of marauding, twisted trees, A forlorn set of decrepit steps vows “never will we leave.” For decades now, I’ve passed this place and observed their perilous stand. A single act of defiance against an enemy’s groping and treacherous hand. I...

A Harmonious Melody

A castle’s built of sculptured stone Atop the craggy heights To keep the King on his haughty throne Away from his gofer’s sights. The air he breathes is old and dank And reeks of jealous rage. Jesters spew their putrid pranks Upon their rotted stage. So what of wealth...