Short Wildwood Poems

Spring Paintings by Kinkade

purple sky at eve
a log cottage by a stream
with windows aglow

after vietnam
my old familiar path home
lights and chimney smoke

lilac carnival
decorates each city block
it must be springtime

a splendid stone bridge
arched over a placid flow
june night memory

blue wildwood steeple
with many a wagon track
june morning service

dusk in the city
rain soaked streets thrusting up light,
cars, shops and people...

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I know a seagull named freckle head Sam,
 he plays on the beach in the hot sand.
Likes Wildwood and Cape May too,
 because there's always something to do.
Eats curly fries right from your hand,
 that dirty seagulll freckle head Sam.
Pretzels, popcorn, and ice cream too,
 he eats everything you know it's true.
So beware if your out on the beach,
 keep your food out of reach.
For freckle head Sam is always close by,
 ready to swoop down from the sky.

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Support Campaign for Real Plates,
The use of which good food dictates

A national shortage of plain china
Is set to plague the rest’rant diner

It just adds nothing to good food
To dish it up on planks of wood

My chicken doesn’t need  a casket,
A cheap and nasty plastic basket

But what I find is really vile –
To eat food off an old roof tile

And even Wildwood, I’ve heard say,
Will use a chipped enamel tray

So join the C,A,M,R,P,
Insist on real crockery....

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