Short Hiawatha Poems

Winter walks on water 
      To greet us each year
In the great north of Great Lakes--
Though not as far as
Old Nikomis' wigwam on Gitche Gumee's
Upland shore.

Fisherman's bird flies in snow-
Falling on brown waves.
White caps sing to the
Frosty blanket from afar,
"Hiawatha, can you still hear me?"...

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BROWNIE TIME

So    it’s brownie time
They are so easy to make
50 strokes or so
Of this heavenly chocolate
No kids    so I’ll eat them all

Looking it over
I can do better than that
Such a weak poem
Baking brownies is no art
Poetry should say something

Now    take Longfellow
Hiawatha eats brownies?
Yes!    Magic brownies
Amazing what one can write
On a magic brownie high...

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