Hinckley Poems - Poems about Hinckley

...Quote: " I am the last leaf on the tree and the wind is blowing" --G. Hinckley In the fading light of autumn's embrace, A poet's pen dances, a tribute to grace. An ode to the last leaf, resili......Read the rest...

...Some forty years back, in Time Magazine, Saw I a narrow missing of bald head By the bullets from Hinckley’s magazine He had reserved for Ronald Reagan’s head, Save that they had agreed about his......Read the rest...

...I started the engine of my wagon And it began spitting the Fires of Dragon: Hinckley’s alarming shots at Reagan! But I kept firing Engine and Wagon, And didn’t stop mouthing ‘Doggone!’ But the......Read the rest...

...Do all Flamingos turn to plastic at their death or are they pantomiming every breath as buzzards returning to old Hinckley seek the memory of something stinky ©1/9/2018 Buzzards and ......Read the rest...

...Asparagus peeps tiny green helmets from brown beds, looking this way, that, to a spring sun that has come again like the vultures to Hinckley, Texas, settling down to business.......Read the rest...

...I watched the clouds in the sky move and dance above me as if they were alive, watching me. To me there was identity there. Not that numbers are alive or can move, but I believe there is more the......Read the rest...