Personal History

Words cannot express
the emotion with which I feel.
Tirelessly considering,
the joy of childhood.
The love of parents
so happy for me.
A coffee sits.
Begging to be sipped. 
While I stare at
our old oak tree. 
The yard as square and cut
as dad kept it all those years.
Mom's aged cook book,
a family classic on the shelf.
Stares at me through dusty binding.
Years have passed.
Alone I tend to my history.
The coffee is getting cold.  

A Happy Turkey

Gobble, gobble.

A turkey I be.

I’ve hid, in woods,


Today once more,

I roam free.

For those two-legged creatures,

enjoy eating me.

Mashed potatoes, squash,

sauce made of cranberry.

A day so many enjoy,

I don’t like,

scared as can be.

Today I’m grateful for many things,

not least of all, being an alive,

happy turkey!


A Happy Thanksgiving to all!