Steves Sailing Poem

Sailing Poem.

Evening came over the ocean with a haze, the distant horizon seemed ablaze. Onward we sailed to the edge of the earth, only to realize there was a never ending girth. The ocean was quite smooth, we were in the groove. There was a peaceful calm, in spite of the balm. Our Captain with his watchful stare, as the sails collected the air. The stillness of our sailboats motion, skimming the ocean without any commotion. Morning came with a rising star, we could see the the dock from afar. We approached the marina, there was no sign of Katrina.  Ahoy a pub, lets have some rye, they served us grub, we cannot lie. Now we are fat, so its off to nap. Such a beautiful day, we hit the hay. We always have fun,  the adventure’s never done. Cheers to the whales, the journey never fails. Our Captain was the best, we all knew he was blessed.

Old Man Winter

Old Man Winter Poem.

Old Man Winter was never a beginner, he arrived like a pro and dropped a foot of snow. The stores were closed, everyone was hosed. The electric was out, my aching gout. I thought I must hustle to find the snow shovel. I dug and dug, but I got no hug. I was singing tenor, when I picked up a splinter. The Misses called with a very loud shout, I was thoroughly appalled when she  bawled me out. I threw down the shovel, I was in such a hustle. I went in the house, and sat by a mouse. I fell into a snooze, without any booze. When I awoke, I knew I was broke. The Misses was gone, it was almost dawn. The abode was bare, except for my chair. The house was cold, it would have to be sold. I knew it was over, then I saw Rover. I had some hope, I knew I could cope. I saw the light, everything was bright. I knew I could survive and not take a dive. I had to succeed cause I never would plead. Old Man Winter, he blew in the cold, not even a splinter could make me fold.

Falls Mist

Winter arrives

The Fall mist quietly arrived, a veil of haze scattered tiny droplets upon the slumbering grass. The brown crumpled leaves nestled between each blade of grass, longing for their life force which let them go. All things in nature trying to hang on before finally acknowledging the cold winter air will put them to rest. Finally peace comes as the frigid winter casts its seasonal shadow upon the countryside. Rest easy o’ beautiful land, that your splendor may return yet again.