Best Conner Poems
La Conner is such a pretty small town
That has grown and has changed for many years.
One of the first settlements in the state,
It is so much more than it first appears.
Many buildings from the earlier town
Have been recorded as historic places.
Residents point them out to visitors
With unconcealed pride upon their faces.
The town is surely an artist's mecca.
You'll find them smocked and painting everywhere.
But no painting quite catches the aura
That permeates La Conner's ocean air.
It has become a yearned for destination,
Where vacationers determine to come.
Visitors fill its one shopping street in summer
And keep coming when the summer is done.
Some shops are stocked with finest of fashions,
Where every woman is eager to shop.
Fine art attracts through other big windows.
You'll find that each place is a worthwhile stop.
The town is perched upon wide hillside,
With channel of water on West Side.
North, South and East meet the big fertile fields.
Town of La Conner is contained inside.
Fine yachts and fishing boats drop their anchors
At docks located on the Channel side.
One can almost feel the town's slow rocking
At exact moments of incoming tide.
The lovely high Rainbow Bridge spans the Channel
Connecting La Conner and Swinomish
Indian Reservation across the way.
On either bank one could just stop to fish.
Written 8/25/14
Million watt love now shining from a night sky;
You lit this dim world so brightly so briefly.
The evil that took you now cowering in a concrete cell,
Its blank emotionless stare no longer fooling anyone.
He was unable to escape the light you left behind;
Now his darkness is trapped within your truth,
Greed and lust drowning now in your ocean of caring.
Hatred forever exposed for its lowly pitiful self.
Wicked intentions took you both from us too soon;
This world in trouble that truly mourns your loss.
Hopefully more will now try to walk in your footsteps,
Because if they don't they'll woe their life trail's end.
You and Conner now flying eternally happily together;
Two angels soaring far above this place of mortal pain.
Your lovely Laci smile we will never forget,
In fact we'll miss it more than you may ever know.
Note: The Laci and Conner Law. All who knew Laci Peterson have mourned two deaths
and the law cannot look away and pretend there is just one.
Laci was pregnant with Conner and this law will bring justice to future unborn babies!
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
I know you don’t want to hear it
But one day you WILL
look up and think,
“Dammit Mom”
And then notice the rose-gold
Of a sunset
Just like I’m
Always taken by surprise
At how your eyes
Can change from green
to dusty gold then blue
Depending on the hue
Of your plain olive
or blue H & M T-shirt
I know you don’t want to hear it
But you will take that hike one day
With one or two or three
Progeny in tow and go
“Wow, inhale that smell”
Of wet outdoors and nature and life
Just like I inhale the boyness of you
Before you become a man
The spicy alcohol of cologne hiding
The musk of undone laundry maybe
The sweat, excretion of locker room,
Football, or track exertion
I know you don’t want to hear
About the birds and the bees,
Sticking your head out the truck window,
“Mom, please!”
But one day she’ll come for your heart
Just like you came for mine
that morning you were born
its not to far
watch that star
way up above
its jesus who is love
coming down
to walk these ground
he is a loner
EASTER
AROUND THE CONNER
There's a brand new angel in heaven today,
A little one with shining eyes and sweetest baby smile.
Tonight the folks who loved him come together to pray
And share their precious memories -- just for a while......
The Bible says that we should in everything give thanks,
But how do we thank God for the loss of such a boy?
Through sharing grief and pain, our family has closed its ranks,
Now we must concentrate on just how Conner brought us joy.
Not that he's gone, but that he WAS, that's where the blessing lies....
That we were given such a gift -- although it couldn't last,
Not that we've lost a Treasure, but that we held a Prize,
And that we all hold Conner close in memories of our past.
When we share grief and pain, the suffering is cut in half.
When we share joy and pleasure it is truly multiplied.
Now picture Conner with the Lord -- I think I hear him laugh!!
And let us dry each other's eyes from all the tears we've cried.
No speculation now for what our Conner might have been,
For what he might have majored in -- which school he'd have attended,
But realize that he's been spared temptations and some sin,
And to be in his glorious state, this earth-life must be ended.
I do believe that Conner, if he had the choice to make,
Would choose the joys of heaven (for we know that's where he's gone).
And he will watch and wait for us, however long we take
To reach our home eternal when our time on earth is done.