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Jon Gutmacher Poem
The Castle and the Plague
copyright 2020 by jon gutmacher
There was a castle dark and tall
surrounded by a towering wall
and those without
did fear that place
but never once
came face to face
The trees grew tall thru summer rain
the woods grew thick
with vines not tame
and slowly, surely
castle tall
did disappear
the forest wall
Now decades passed
the people grew
the town once there
that once all knew
grew larger, larger
rich with goods
forgot they did
what’s in the woods
And then a sickness
came to pass
it struck them dead
it couldn’t last
but last it did
and many died
the families left
so many cried
And then a marvelous thing did come
through forest walls
their help did come
from castle deep
in protected wood
a potion made
this cure was good
And knights in white
not ever seen
did come to town
like in a dream
and gave the potion
one by one
the sick were saved
the plague was done
And then the king
from castle tall
whose magic cured
both one and all
did bless the town
and those who lived
did promise them
and this he did
“I promise you
“not once but twice
“my gates are open
“to make things right
“and in the future
“if death should come
“send runners here
“My will be done!”
And then, as magic
he disappeared
the plague was gone
but still they feared
so left a knight
with power great
and magic potions
this knight could make
Now town does flourish
the plague is not
the lessons learned
no, not forgot
and white knight keeps a place of peace
on a hill so near
within their reach
Now days go on
the sun does shine
the clouds come daily
all things are fine
and white knight who is now called Mage
does keep the potion
their lives all saved
Copyright © Jon Gutmacher | Year Posted 2020
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Jon Gutmacher Poem
The Corona Virus 2020
copyright 2020 by jon gutmacher
They came in boats
they came in planes
they called themselves
by many names
and carried something
quite unseen
so dark and dread
a nightmare dream
They smiled as the virus
spread far and wide
to every home
the countryside
and as the sick began to die
it kept on spreading
we wondered why
And then the truth
came out one day
from China again
that’s what they say
a virus deadly
it kills and maims
the elderly
this deadly game
No one was safe
the streets soon bare
the stores all closed
no one to care
and millions soon
were out of work
as all things closed
few places worked
And then the light
a cure was found
the world rejoiced
from all around
and vaccines spread
all virus bound
the sickness gone
no virus found
So have we learned
this lesson dear
that we must always
be prepared
pandemic lurks
it mutates quick
it will be back
more will get sick
And so our leaders
must make things right
build the research
make things right
so next time when
the virus comes
we will be ready
this is not done
Copyright © Jon Gutmacher | Year Posted 2020
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Jon Gutmacher Poem
Ten Lines of Poetry
by jon gutmacher (for a contest requiring no more than ten lines)
Ten lines of poetry
to die if you must
pick up a pen
don’t make a fuss
I didn’t join this site
to fight with a sword
but I entered this contest
because I was bored
Live by it
or die by it
Copyright © Jon Gutmacher | Year Posted 2019
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Jon Gutmacher Poem
The Baltimore Bridge Tragedy
copyright 2024 by jon gutmacher
The Francis Scott Key Bridge
was built with great care
but a ship took that bridge out
it’s no longer there
Over 100,000 tons and fully loaded
three football fields long
crashed into the bridge
and Man! did it fall
Crashed into the water
in seconds came down
cars, trucks, and the people
yeah – all of em drowned
The water so cold
and dirty with muck
and all those who were on it
were plumb, out of luck
The crew couldn’t believe it
the power was gone
the lights began to flicker
then it hit like a bomb
Right into a main piling
that held the bridge in its place
took one hit from that cargo ship
and got totally erased
Steel flying everywhere
collapsing around
a roar like an earthquake
as the bridge tumbled down
And people and cars
in the dark of the night
hit the water and sank
in a terrible fright
Now all that is left
is a river of steel
all twisted and broken
and lives that can’t heal
And perhaps it was error
perhaps it was not
perhaps it was sinister
the speculation’s a lot
But if one ship can do that
to a bridge large and grand
then there’s significant danger
to all in this land
Copyright © Jon Gutmacher | Year Posted 2024
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