Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Mr. Sycamore

Years ago, I watched a film,
Titled “Mr. Sycamore”;
Stranger than any movie
I had ever seen before.

Unhappy with his life he dug,
A hole in his front lawn.
He jumped in, pulling down the dirt,
By morning he was gone.

He was resurrected with new life,
Where he had lived before,
Sprouting from the hole he dug,
As a beautiful Sycamore. 

Decades later, I see the genius,
Coming back as a towering tree…
He managed to pull off dying,
At home, without having to leave.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Obnoxious Friend

I think every one of us,
Has had that one special friend…
The so-called village idiot,
Whose antics would never end.

They joined conversations uninvited,
Interrupted your dinner date…
Detained you on the way to work,
Making you show up an hour late.

They embarrassed you in front of friends,
More than once you wished you’d died.
They wore G-Strings at pool parties,
Forcing some indoors to hide.

After fifty years of running,
Our egos shrunk and identities grew…
I care not others think I'm crazy,
Missing you more than I ever knew.

Saturday, June 24, 2017


Today I started hearing voices
From classrooms at Colonial Heights…
Elementary school friend’s laughter,
Teacher’s reprimands and playground fights.

I heard roller skating accidents,
Skateboard fails, and felt scabbed knees.
I heard bicycle riders screaming,
Before collisions with oak trees.

I heard the laughter in the splashing,
In the summer's swimming pools.
Seems we all took bows in middle school,
Proudly showing off as fools.

We sent clandestine notes in class,
Promising friendships lasting forever…
Only to realize fifty years later,
There’s been no communication what so ever.

Once we were the super heroes,
Bath towel capes, guarding the streets.
Soda bottles were our currency
For Kryptonite and available sweets.

Every single friend’s dog or cat,
Was an accepted clubhouse member…
We were children of the creeks and fields,
Until school started in September.

We were the neighborhood children,
Some were enemies, but still best friends.
Ignorant that our futures,
May involve rest homes and Depends.

The young are unaware of time,
Eternity is the life they’ll live;
One day they will have just minutes,
Then only seconds left to give.