Best Escorting Poems

Bike to Work day:  escorting the funeral of Marine Albrak Omar
Loch David Crane
Patriot Guard Riders
September 2009

No more classes now that I've been fired!
Patriotism is my job: I’m retired.
The Patriot Guard rides almost every day
to bring a flapping flag line on display.
We ride to work...

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My poems have blissfully escorted me
through the gamut of seasons,
having afforded me not the sensations
of their individual touch.

I stand worlds away from the blustering 
wind that shudders the meekest of boughs.
My hopes quaver along with their stammering vows
falling from my lips like fronds from a...

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How’d I get to be the old fogie?
I’m left generations behind.
My kids…now my grands
in the rearview mirror
My cousin’s kids having kids
lots of kids
I don’t know them.
New generations escorting me out
eventually and they won’t remember me
But
we must certainly meet in eternity
Wow! A big wow!

I remember filling...

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Bluejay Escorting Me One Morn 

 

Taking early morn walk to settle worldly thoughts
 so gentle the path and green splashing trees
Solitude and peaceful spirit so easily bought
enjoying Nature's gift of the birds and the bees

Before reaching first hiking trail's little bend
 found I had...

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