Cricks Poems - Poems about Cricks

...Four fast friends and I sailed away to war. Our dreams were fresh, and we owned forever. On Omaha beach a shell took Trevor. His Spring life sap gushed on the stark seashore. Joe’s gardens wer......Read the rest...

...Four fast friends and I sailed away to war. Our dreams were fresh, and we owned forever. On Omaha beach a shell took Trevor. His sap of Spring gushed as blood and gore. Joe’s gardens were the ......Read the rest...

...The mine drowned the holler, many reallocated to trailer parks along the Interstate. The school dwindled, ran out of children became a garage for dead trucks, then a beer barn, then a Meth la......Read the rest...

...By the light of the pinkest prettiest orange moon Faerie folk had ever seen, There was a haze such as the elves could have invented, but maybe not. It was the magical bewitching hour, and the meado......Read the rest...

...I love the infected nature In which pictures burn The high degree of Chromatic mixtures Of papers and plastics boil Smoke filled memories and feeling Rise and curl and dissipate into Moisture ......Read the rest...

...Arise, you song birds sing in morning dew; The flow’ry host to colour fields and furrows, And sap of Spring runs gold in willows veins; As tender leaves unfold to speak of birth, F......Read the rest...

...wling blizzards that Old Man Winter brings! A day wasn't complete without a rollicking snowball fight, Or speeding downhill on my Flexible Flyer in headlong flight! What sport to slide on frozen "cricks" using my boots for skates, And falling on my rump trying to do fancy figure eights! How pleasant it was after a rousing romp in the snow, To gather 'round the parlor stove with faces all......Read the rest...

...Oh, the springs run to the rivers And the redbuds paint the banks, As the dogwoods burst to bloomin’ And the cowboys all give thanks. They’ll be dustin’ off their saddles, Checkin’ cinches and......Read the rest...