The End of a Friendship

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Way back in the early 60’s,

My best friend and I rode our bikes,

To our local neighborhood market

 With pop bottle money to buy kites.

 

We stretched the unrolled paper

Out on the numbered sticks,

I just hoped my kite would soar,

My friend wanted his to do big tricks.

 

Our kites both soared to great heights

Until his kite string ensnared mine…

It cut my kite loose and crashed it,

I felt my friend had crossed the line.

 

The incident ended our friendship,

Immediately there and then.

Anger controlled our emotions,

We never spoke to each other again.

 

Sixty years later I have regrets,

Maybe it’s just the glass of wine…

But I still think of the entangled kite strings

And wish our lives were still entwined.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Myth of Depoe Bay, Oregon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Depoe Bay is a quaint drinking village,

With a very big fishing problem!”,

It isn’t true for some residents,

Who swear it isn’t all of them.

 

The town is full of wildlife,

Countless whales in the bay…

Bears, cubs, Bob Cats, Coyotes

And the drunks are here to stay.

 

Hunters lurk deep in the woods,

Weapons ready to kill a deer.

There are legions of angry racoons,

Warning you, they are always near.

 

My Boxer, Conrad, loved whale watching,

Excited for each new spout he spied.

His world was the living room window,

Until the day that he died.