Eskimo Joe took a liking to Nebraska Flo
His bro said, oh, no, not her, no, no, Joe!
When Joe was with Flo, they each had a glow
Bright as flashing bulbs at a Kansas light show
Love for each other continued to grow
Joe helped Flo plant, weed, garden, rake and hoe
Their romance was fast, it was never slow
Flo showed Joe how to use a crossbow
He refused to kill a buck or a doe
But their love was intense, there was no kind of woe
His friends and her friends, his foe and her foe
These lovebirds got married in Tijuana, Mexico.
Running back
Do running back do?
Ha! I Caught ball
Come O’ Kansas, come can’t wait
To catch me yet
Ball caught, clutch against my chest
I run the ball a brisk running back receive,
Handoffs from run the ball.
Catch passes Kansas (catch me) if you can
I runnin to ya… running back
2/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Dedicated verse to Calvin D. Jones
former Nebraska Football player
Super Bowl Champion for Green Bay Packers
Omaha Beef Football player
Nebraska straw was irritated to be woven into a hat
I am as plain as a calf, lion, hoot owl, corncob and bat.
you are a beginning, her grandma told her; do not give up.
especially if you are adopted by the lovely miss buttercup.
Buttercup was a fashion diva who lived on both of their farms.
she enjoyed decorating her neck, ears, fingers and arms.
I will make you so pretty, she told the hat, you will be phat.
day lilies, coral cone flowers and perky daisies went onto the hat.
I look so fancy now, I could walk the new york avenue.
I would be welcome in Chicago’s magnificent mile too.
Nebraska straw felt fancy and loved her new look.
her photo was featured on the cover of women’s Redbook
A coworker and I stand
along a lone Nebraska highway
far from home.
I stand on one end
of a work zone-
a co-worker stands
on the other
communication by walkie talkie
to direct traffic
as it comes and goes.
A road that’s broken
must be made whole
as life bubbles forth
from underground streams
in an unfamiliar place.
Work inches forward
until the sun bleeds
into the sky
when night conversations
friendships are sought
in each other
as we ponder
our time and place
and a light in the parking lot
shines like the moon.
March 19, 2023
Nebraska has turned herself gray early this year
A desolate cornfield stands torn and disheveled
A cold front comes in from the north
She whips a few strands from the stalks
An anticipatory shiver goes through the field
An empty feeling of winter saturates the ground
Deer have decimated the last few corn kernels
Nebraska winters rival those in Michigan
The "poem length police have nabbed me again - so I had to put my new piece
"Sunny"
in the story story section.
Here's the URL:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/sunny_9449
howling storm clouds
Nebraska homestead
we hear a train
first signs of a tornado
August terror
Tall cottonwood tree
it is leafy and solid
with falling broad leaves
and many awesome branches
as it drools letting go leaves
10/17/20
James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Native, neat noble Nebraska Cottonwood tattered, talented Trees
Tall, so tall those sturdy Trees
Nostalgic, gnarly Nebraska Cottonwood teary,
Those terrific Trees
Our talented truthful trees
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
cicada magic
happy chirping on cornstalks
july orchestra
AKSARBEN NEBRASKA
There once was a lady named Aksarben;
To a lot of her friends she's a has-been;
Closet wardrobes onlyred
Everything she owns "Huskers"
Reign Lady Red Aksarben"GO BIG RED"
7/16/19
State Limerick Poetry Contest
Limerick poetry form only
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
The Young Man of Nebraska
There was a young Man of Nebraska
Who rode an old Ass to Alaska
His quest was too bold
For he found it too cold
His Frozen Ass came back to Nebraska
Edited for Viv's Traditional Limerick contest 9.4.18
Nebraska
Nightfall littered with confetti stars, glitter spilled down from the Heaven’s above
Echoes roaring in with the wind, wailing across the great open plains
Bountiful soil, producing our grains, praying for rain
Raging rivers weaving throughout our land, fishing on the bank, floating on a tube, summer fun for everyone
Autumn foliage earthly hues, winter snow blinding you, spring flowers sprouting up, the summer sun to get that farmers tan - a season for everyone
Skipping rocks across the pond, a slower pace helps us appreciate His grace. That we have “The Good Life”
Kicking back with family and friends is usually how our day ends.
Attached to the community, family’s grounded roots make this a great place to raise a family.
Where the Good Life is
Nebraska, old red and white
Tried and true, country living.
Amedee Forestier an artistic deception
Illustrated London News’s scientifically creative fiction
a coffee faced man fostered from thumb to tooth
to school books facts digging it as proof
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