Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”
Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”
One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…
Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.
Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”
Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.
Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed.
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.
Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.
Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray,
“Lord, let this day be my last.”
For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Both quietly passed away.
The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….
Stood an old dog beside the stone,
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place.
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.
She smiled. “I had a dog when I was young...
a good one too. His name was Pal.”
A humid afternoon , in the middle of August, has nothing much to commend about it. I can hear the humming of air conditioning coming from both sides of a familiar old street. It's too hot for even the ardent gardener to be out and about, and sidewalks are deserted, while children are herded into backyard wading pools. Clouds are softly framed in bands of charcoal grey.
I stand on the corner, waiting for the light to change, and waiting for cars to allow me to cross the street.
rush hour traffic...
bees circle the elm trees with
no notice of me
I approach the old Victorian, and can't help but notice how painted shutters need repair, and the garden needs weeding, with devil-grass taking over the wind-whipped faces of dreary, old zinnias. Seeing it so unkempt, makes me a little sad
Drooping over the sidewalk, thirsty roses lean over to greet me, as I ring the bell. A dear old woman opens the door, and suddenly, with unbridled joy, sparkling eyes, leathery old face, that crinkles into delight, my gloomy mood evaporates, like a freshly-washed springtime day,....and I'm quickly ushered into the talcum-scented foyer of friendship.
a wilted blossom
still beautiful in my palm....
new lines in her face
7/19/15 For Contest Sponsored by Scott Thirtyseven
Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook
God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.
Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.
Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.
Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.
Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook
Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.
Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.
Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.
Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.
Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.
A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.
One after another they arrive
Steeping my eyes in the world
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.
My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?
I do not know?
written 10th Aug 2013
I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"
She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"
A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.
DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ?? BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!
Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!
Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!
Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!!
with Suyog Pagare
Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
This expanse of land has seen things.
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.
This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand.
It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon.
This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.
Meeting of two souls
Absorbed they be totally
Sharing past, present
Where will they be tomorrow
Let time roll, let it be, they
I do not know?
Hand in hand we walked
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for
Because no stress was in our
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy
With nothing dividing us.
Side by side we walked
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for
But misunderstanding broke us
Anna and I still smiled and
And joked about our bouncy
But secondary school was going
to divide us.
With no one there I walked
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my
friend and together we were
Violet and I both loved Doctor
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere
And school started pulling us
Anna and I still laughed and
Still promising to be friends
Never letting it divide us
Suffocating and drowning I
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or
saw each other
But we still made the most of
As we were like family, stress
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was
And our schools were beginning
to divide us
Dead yet breathing I stand
And I hate who am I and every
Fights broke us up and pulled
So I can feel Katie, Violet and
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place
And blamed me for never
talking to him
But really it was because of my
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond
Anna and I were still friends;
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart
So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl
The only person talking to me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Fantasy like Reality can be a disappointment...
Clearing the Air........
He worshipped her from afar...
He had since he was three..
He hid it well , no one knew...
She was his heart’s desire...
With her big bright eyes and her winning smile..
He never thought she would beguile...
Then he turned ten and it was clear..
It had been she who did inspire...
this young man ,with his heart on fire...
He arrived at seven in the morn...
To help prepare the feast de jour...
He stuffed the bird and chose to make..
Her favourite dessert...fresh Raspberry cake..
He feverishly cut and whipped and stirred..
Grandpa ‘s little helper was becoming quite the gourmet chef...
Then came the time to shower, and get dressed...
He chose his wardrobe carefully...
Making sure that he looked and smelled hmmm good....
She arrived and you could see him beaming proudly...
Everyone feasted on the bird and ate their fill...
He waited on her as I watched..
No one even blinked an eye..
They spoke for what seemed an eternity..
His face could be read for all to see...
Then out of the blue, she excused herself..
And went out on the patio to puff some stuff...
His face went white, I could see his plight..
She chose to be with others you see..
Who foolishly did an atrocity...
The one he worshiped from afar..
Went up in smoke...as she smoked her cigar...
Reflections in the mirror
were getting scary
I could not carry
the weight of my pain
it almost took my life
to learn to love again
for I have made a friend
somewhere along my long lost way
I hope that I helped him
just a fraction of how he helped me
maybe that single thought
is what finally gave me my peace
enough to release so much
Now I am not afraid
to walk where the streets are hot
for I thrive in Hell's kitchen
where the devil stirs my pot
for I now have him quiet tame
I sacrificed my dragons
at the alter of my name
and now you are my slaves
any time I need
I'll call upon my superhero's
to come and rescue me
like my Saint Toni
who swept me off that bridge
and showed my how a death can be
the greatest reason to live
for she was the seed to grow my Eden
then a man from a foreign land
gave me something in myself to believe in
the magik of Love.
To: AMY & YOU
For one moment,
I thought you knew my name
Not just yet!
I have no time to explain
I like this mystery you can't see
A mystery from the deep-sea
I am just like everyone else
a face with a question mark
but thanks for the write
it engraves the bark
it's nice to know what you think of me.
Tell Billy your friend I said hi
a special friend, in time you will make of me
we are on the same poetry team
AMY I will leave you with one fact about me
my friends call me the
Survey Of A Happy
The question I was
The couple answered;
It is fun and
it's giving and
It is easy to
if you know the
It is hushed kisses,
that induce deep-
it is pillow talk
and long walks-
A blood rush to
it is rocking chairs
and wheel chairs
God for each other -
for the ability
to remain meek.
And for our,
adored.. seeing the
past presented in
presence of their
Enduring and over-
Sharing of favorite
stories for the
The prayers,the joys
shared, produced the
unity that made
us strong. Strong
enough together to
and sink holes...
We who know,know
the value of
Also we see the
We knew how to live
we knew love then
and shall, in the
By Carolyn Devonshire
comes with age
so many emotions and events stored
flushed quickly from memory to my page
release, let go
Age and Experience
Carolyn's poem Catharsis had special meaning to me because we grew to be friends.
Two souls sharing emotions freely has broadened my eternal perspective.
Encouragements Carolyn has given helped me believe in myself.
I am very grateful for her step-by-step guidance to publishing.
Self-respect reflected upon an inefficient past until her.
Looking deeper into myself and caring, we realized a unique closeness.
Friendship is a two way street, where love meets in the middle.
Carolyn has been a loved and special friend of mine for several years.
I hope to have been of value to her in my own way as she has also been -
Wisdom gained through sharing experiences...and peace.
The sun in all its golden glory
Has risen with a new age
And a new chapter on a new page
Of life about to unfold
Secrets of a journey not foretold
We do not know what tomorrow holds for us
But walk in this road of life filled with hope
That destiny be our friend and let us cope
When impediments seek to defeat our perseverance
When the road meanders and the distance
We should traverse to reach our dreams elongates
Listen as the rhythm, the beat of your heart
Keep pace with the flow of time
And for a moment, in silence and loneliness
Think of dreams, wishes that could not survive
And lost their direction in the flow of time
Think of those still wandering too
And strive to make them come true
As you look into the future and see beyond time
Through the air when it is calm and colorless
Dear friend, these years come to pass
And when they are gone
In the flow of time, a new age is born
And in this new age we dream of new things
But in our minds, in our hearts fond memories
Of dreams, of wishes of the past
Will always last
And as you dream, “LOVELY”
Of new things in this new age
I, wish in lines of poetry
that your dreams should not get twisted
that they should not get lost
in whirlwinds that live for a moment
But find their direction
IN THE FLOW OF TIME
I had a friend ,, from long ago
We were only young you know
She was my best friend
At least that's what I thought
We did everything together
I liked her a lot !
But then one day
I had to leave for school
Though I wish I did not
Cause I missed her a lot
Then one day I came home
When I called out to for her
She did not answer me
I looked for her high & low!
But then I heard one day
From the TV news man
That she had met 3 bad men
And they took her away
She is with the angels now
For it could not be any other way
And I know she waits for me
Cause she was always that way !!!
I moved away from home, age 16, up to Oregon to get my degree in child psychology & teaching, come home at 18. had a dream that Sandy and I went to a house party "both of us age 18" then she went into another room with 3 men. So I stood there & knocked forever on the door. Sandy never came out. This is a TRUE dream !
Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.
To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?
What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.
Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’.
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season
Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.
A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.
So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.
Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.
She walked into the third grade classroom late
It was a most depressing day
It was her 60th birthday
She has been single her entire life and lives in a small apartment with her feline friend Tiger
She has no children of her own but she has these…
These are the children of her third grade class
Her students took the broken pieces of chalk and had written
HAPPY BIRTHDAY & SURPRISE JONESY all over the chalkboard
They were delighted with their homemade decorations
Three children brought in the brightest red apples and placed them on her desk
Another brought her a bright red rose
There were also two very creatively wrapped gifts on her desk
Her heart was moved by the hearts of her children
She didn’t realize they knew it was her big day
She just stood at the front of the room with her petticoat and wool hat
Surprised and speechless she thanked God for her kids
She wouldn't trade them for anything in the universe
It was her 60th birthday and she didn't have to spend it alone!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
Poem based upon Norman Rockwell’s famous painting “Teacher’s Surprise” for The Saturday Evening Post
My day is blessed with leaping, blissful heart
And as I look upon the days that rolled past
And found in their path the hue of seasons
My soul cannot help but smile
On the memories that glitter on my crown
I continue to be allured by hope
To rejoice in the little and great things
And find in the unveiling dreams
That I am a loved, cherished jewel.
Am I Really Happy?
With everything I’ve acquired and got...
What kind of happiness has it brought?
With everything I have or can name...
Has it given me joy or brought me shame?
With all that this world can give me…
What kind of life “lies beneath me?”
With all of my possessions and wealth…
Do I have contentment and “true” wealth?
I want it to be known and wish to express…
I’m not so sure, I’m what you would call “blessed.”
There’s something I know to be certain.
Tomorrow could be life’s “final curtain.”
There’s something that’s been on my mind.
Have I given God just some of “my” time?
There’s one thing I’m going to do… And do it now!
I’m going to come to the Lord and humbly bow.
This is something I need to say and do...
Give it all to God! And tell him;
“I LOVE YOU!”
Something that I should have done already...
When Christ comes again… I want to be ready!
God’s joy and happiness is true and very real!
The presence of God.., I can already feel!
What God has given to me, no one can take away!
For he comforts me and is with me every day!
By Jim Pemberton
Sitting by my window with sounds of bird telling
some men busy working constructing a new home
far at my sight a mountain range overlooks at me
wondered what rhyme I am going to make
so title came fast, ideas are still on a float
little can one wonder how high a mountain may go
yes, not very high anymore but it goes higher
two things to ponder, one faith, two belief
these mountains always get higher till death
belief once found remains unshaken with hope
faith once made certain remains firm with blessings
these mountains never gets smaller but bigger
wondered why build a new home when homes are many
we dream to build a hope that would stay strong
like a mountain we hope on a dream yes it goes high
not high on alcohol or drugs these only brings one back
but faith and belief makes your mountain get bigger
why birds talk, just like us, only that seldom one knows
its always about love, a harmony of nature binding
to strengthen every soul for love and peace
yea one greatest commandment love one another
in every race and culture love is always spoken
in our world today man man where are we! Alas
faith and belief have traveled out from our luggage
what we carry is all rubbish as precious as gold or silver
look out if you see a mountain and remember how high
a dream can go well if for wealth sell it all away nay
but for love let is loose and relax you are heading up
remember God and his ways charity a wise hope
see a Mormon way Heavenly Father see you
like a mountain he make you be high and high
his love his only son's love for all to rest
remember him who made all in six days! Yeah
in six days, for a dream to be once again dear
leave your knowledge its pays nothing grab him
all will be added unto you, seek him today he waits
mountains are like heavens never told but remains
a climber loves its peak, though hard it may be
yet a joy after learning its limits like God
love pours, why remain confused in a knowledge world
Remember God is waiting, one day like a prodigal son
yeah when mountains go high you become one
Holy Ghost becomes yours and Holy Spirit is his
just give your heart and ask surely high you get
dreams may sound easy, easier still is his ways
Heavenly Father love every soul co's its his
so why wonder in his land and forget all
system we abide for a better tomorrow nice
when one abide his system a future is dreamed
life on Earth is temporary life after death is real
listen, mountain do get high, when you know why
Heavenly father promises.
The darkness of light
impossible to see
the pain and the lies
you reach and get burned
this is my disease
nature of the beast
Suddenly my light
is taken away
my darkness was revealed
taking me as slave
when all I ever wanted
was for someone to say
please stop, for me
or enter an early grave
Now face to face
with all of my demons
how can I fight them
if I don't want to beat them
until the reason
arrives, then I shine
a little at first
but that small thing, is mine
The den of ten thieves
come up with a plan
a whole set of new lies
that every single man
cannot resist believing
it's seeming to be
that a horrific ending
is just what I need
Then all of the sudden
my small shine
and with that virtue
my face comes to life
I would never hurt you
please, know this to be
yet no one believes me
this curse grows like a tree
I hate my helpless fate
why can't I make
a new life for me
that no one can take
why can't I escape
a prison not for me
for years I accept this
tired sense of defeat
The small shine
barely intact, inside
until Saint Anger
starts to burn me, alive
I find I'm set off
by my wrong, senseless self
until I am talking
to no one, in Hell
So I pick up my pen
power to create
a new world for me
where I design my escape
in my invisible state
the Devil don't notice
that one of his children
is no longer hopeless
I stop all my madness
by power of pen
for years my sword
drew nothing but sin
the yin and the yang
both helped me to find
that I'm no longer afflicted
when darkness lights
my bright shine.
as a boy I busted my chin open
and I needed to get myself stitches
once they were in place didn’t reopen
soon I was back playing in the ditches
I never knew what stiches was back then
I heard of stitches I was really scared
years later something else happen again
going with Rob for chemo unprepared
I heard of chemo without knowing it
after it was done he was in so much pain
heating pad on his back when he did sit
Cancer ate him away he was so drain
best friend for a few years helped me a lot
for many his life not a passing thought
Although I vowed it wouldn’t happen,
Age is creeping up on me.
All my friends are now great-grandmas.
I don’t know how that can be.
My beautician and I decided
To stop coloring my hair.
We had both of us forgotten
What shade was hiding under there.
Imagine her excitement
And indeed my great dismay
That what ever hue had been there
Had completely gone away.
Now my friends are sympathetic.
They think I must have had a fright,
And it was so terrifying
It turned my hair white over night.
We went to a fortune teller
After we met through penfriend letters
Having written since nine and ten
We went to a fortune teller
Marriage was her main prediction
We married with complete conviction
We went to a fortune teller
After we met through penfriend letters
A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine
The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging
My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn
My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark
It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home
To improve her new teaching career
The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned
My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine
The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core
I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye
The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb
But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back
There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past
If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown
There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce
Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast
Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how
Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know
The bay was smooth as glass
The sky was a crisp blue
The snow covered peaks stood
stark, gigantic, bold
My job was to row a boat,
to a raft of logs and tie one on,
and tow it to the pile driver
and dock crew while as yet the ships
The oar was dipped into the dark sea,
and pulled with eddies slowly unfurled,
the log was moving with the steady strokes
of flashing oars in Alaska on top
of the world.
What a joy it was to be paid
to stretch my body at this glorious job,
mastering a row boat in the time of fax
and smart phones grasped somewhere
by a mob.
A rush of wind riffles wavelets upon the bay
the heavy log strains the rope then yields
the unhurried course is plowed to Kenny
on the pile driver, eighty-five years old,
Just in time the cable comes down
I loosen the half hitches and Kenny shouts,
“Keep 'er hot boy, keep 'er hot!”
I snub the cable to the creosote log,
as daylight pouts.
I sit back to the oars for another trip,
but Kenny yells, “oh, it's almost coffee time,
get outta that boat!” The workers drop
PV's , 3X12's, chain saws to stretch
on the company's dime.
We saunter to the chow hall for mug up
in the hush of the bay and its wavelets
nothing but the breeze, peaks and foxes
and us, the poets of Paradise headed
The cook, a union member of the Merchant Marine,
fixed an abundant spread,
fruit juice, milk, hot chocolate, coffee,
cake and pastries baked fresh to
raise the dead.
After forty-five minutes we struggled up
to get back to the tools of our trade,
I climbed back in my row boat,
settled to oars ready to pull
green from jade.
It was a race to finish the dock
for the ships to come and unload
cargoes of salt, food, building supplies,
for the wretched cannery, days went by and
Kenny called us to mug up
and we dropped our tools and swirled
sugar in coffee and wolfed down pastries
slathered with butter in Alaska
on top of the world.
It was late about dinner time
I rowed the last log to cable,
“Keep 'er hot boy, keep 'er hot!”
that the Sea Provider cleared Priest Rock
as if in a fable.
She came up the channel blasting her horn
as the pile driver gave a final hiss
the last plank was laid as she came along side
and threw bow line, stern line, spring line to collective