Water Life

Everything that’s water,
Seeks a downhill course…
Raindrops and my body
Heed the pull of Gravity’s force.

Melting in the gutter,
My raindrop friends and me…
Merge into one migration;
A churning river towards the sea.

All vegetation and societies,
Must bend to the same fate,
Time and gravity are partners,
All water must evaporate.

Abuse or Muse?

To my long time friend and author,
Living the good life from your books…
You are so damn lucky you made it
Without relying upon your looks.

The little twinkle in your eye,
As you’re bombing me with wit,
Amuses me while you reload,
Scoring yet another deadly (s)hit.

You are my muse, the irony,
The trip causing my every fall,
Fueling what feeds life’s wild ride,
Again, I am at your beckon call.

Shakespeare on the Island

There was a population here,
Of assorted pioneer’s sons,
Quoting William Shakespeare with ease,
His sonnets, the prose, the puns…

Farmers, a sheriff, a crook, an airman,
A horse trader, a chief, and the preacher:
They had one common person they hated,
The one-room school house teacher.

Successful men in their later life,
Most were veterans of the war…
All included the now cherished teacher,
When recalling their tales of yore.

The Flock of Arnold Freund

A churning flock of sandpipers,
Turns left, flying away in white,
Shapes pulsate, morphing into black
Each time the flock turns right.

They animate the skies above,
Whidbey shores like a strobe light…
Arnie, this was your memory,
Recalled by me, tonight.

I will share this with your children
An Island vision from your sight…
Hence every time the birds return
You will be retrieved from the night.