Short Bulletins Poems

Pennsylvania summer
In the coal mining patch
With crickets, mosquitoes and
Children racing sprinklers
Beside closed castoff mines
Like matadors with bulls;
The faded old grandmas sit on the porches
Lethargically fanning
With Sunday's church bulletins
Trying to create the breeze God forgot
As they prop swollen feet on an old kitchen chair....

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My Seven Thousandth Poem

This is actually it believe it or not.
I have composition books full of them.
They are even on all kinds and sizes 
of sheets of paper. I write them on
church bulletins and Day By Day.

Seven thousandth poem soon will reach;
Do wonder if I am a lenient poetry leech,
Steeling thought,
And got caught;
Write them God has many ways to teach.

Jim Horn...

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