Sunday, October 31, 2010

Leaves from Memory

In the fall when it gets cold
Our oak leaves turn from green to gold.
And when the air is full of wind
One by one they come unpinned.
As in the air they dance and flutter
Some come down and clog our gutter,
And where have all the others gone?
They’ve accumulated on my lawn.
When I was a boy we’d rake a pile,
And kids would play there for a while,
Then some adult would take a turn
To light a match and watch them burn.
I never asked about the reason.
It was the incense of the season.
If such a thing today were done
The neighbors would all call nine-one-one,
And one or two might shed a tear
Because I’ve ruined their atmosphere.
But if there is a truth to tell,
I really miss that pungent smell.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Long-term Care Insurance

I went to the doctor in early September.
Some paperwork came in late November
Confirming the service and saying don’t pay
‘Till we’ve billed your insurance in April or May.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Searching...

Through the swamp of words I slog.
To find an item for my blog.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Air Head

It’s 5 p.m. and time for news
Where the commentator gives his views.
You think he knows some world affair.
He’s on the screen, so you sit and stare.
You may think he is well equipped,
But he’s really only reading script.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Political Statement

The house has gathered for debate.
They’ll be there until very late.
And what will be the result of such?
You may rest assured,
Nothing much.