A poem I wrote . . .

Reflection on a Dog I Saw in Sligo

A glorious sun surprise

After gray upon gray

Plays across winter worn lawns

Glorious

On Colerain Street

The usual route

To home and haven

Making my way through Sligo

Ironic little teacher’s-apple-red Jeep

Chariot to adventure

And back again

Or nowhere in particular

Trail rated

Good to know

Here on the trail

Behind the wheel

And suddenly

Out the right-side window

The grimy, grimy window

Pure exuberant joy

Prancing in the brown, brown grass

Now there’s something you don’t see every day

Beethoven wakes up

And actually plays that pipe organ himself

And the choirs sing

I roll the window down

And I don’t know

Is anyone behind?

Because someone else should see

A little dog frolic

All dressed up

In a rainbow suit

Fitting like a second skin

With sleeves.

KR 13 March 2010

courtesy of the youtube.

Tailgating!

Tailgating we will go

Oh tailgating we will go

Though the air is cold and all the snow

Tailgating we will go

Oh corn hole we will play

Yes corn hole we will play

And I will win and tony will cry

Yes corn hole we will play

The hot dogs we'll be grilling

The hot dogs we'll be grilling

We'll drown them in ketchup and mustard, oh boy!

The hot dogs we'll be grilling.

The frisbee will be soaring

The frisbee will be soaring

And hopefully not hit a car in the lot

The frisbee will be soaring.

And we will cheer for Ray

Yes we will cheer for Ray

To take our team to the champion game

Yes we will cheer for Ray.

Tailgating we will go

Yes tailgating we will go

Though the air is cold and all the snow

Yes tailgating we will go.

+1 for Junior Jeniuses

I was hit

By a freight train,

It struck me head on.

Like a fly and a fly swatter

I was consumed, overwhelmed, overpowered.

Like drowning in the Johnstown flood,

The murky waters reaching me, surrounding me, pulling me.

It surprised me

Like a gunshot in the woods.

I was disoriented.

And it never let up,

like the mist from the ocean waves

as they crash.

Remind me to never again

Walk by Room 115, 2nd period.

Those Night Spektors stink.

Someday.

Sitting on the corner,

The man knows no other home;

No other place of refuge.

If it can be called that.

The boxes, spoiled food, scarce change, and faces passing by,

Are all he knows.

And yet,

He is at peace.

He has his life, even if it's not much.

What more does he need?

He's surviving.

Out here he has family.

He never had that in "the real world."

And although he lost "everything."

He still has more than most.

He has his dreams,

And he still remembers how to sing;

How to hope.

Does he want to stay here?

No.
Someday he'll get out of this hole.
He'll remain optimistic.
If he ever gets the chance,
He'll work hard to change his life.


But for now,
He has to go find his next meal,
And see if he can get into the shelter tonight.


Someday he'll make it out.


Someday.

Dreaming of Summer

Clouds drift along in the sky.
I've always wished that I could fly.
The smell of freshly cut grass fills my nose.
The warmth of the sun sinks down to my toes.
Birds sing their songs, fly, and play tag.
I reach for the camera inside of my bag.
A butterfly lazily drifts along.
The radio is playing my favorite song.
Kites soar above the earth.
Beauty like this has such high worth.
Laughter fills the humid air.
Cold water splashes everywhere.
Wind chimes ring out loud and clear.
In these moments I know no fear.
I hold in my hand a sweet little note.
I think about words the great speaker spoke.
I'll be going out with good friends tonight.
In these moments I see that the world is alright.

Laziness

Another sleepless slumber wasted from the sudden chill.

I dread my constant shivering.

Oh how so very energetically I discharged

the useless blanket, so useless.

Silently I roll and crash onto the floor, shoulder first.

A strange realization occurs.

I have backtracked through evolution

to where I cannot stand up straight.

My body is too weak to support anything.

After a while of lying there face down, I am courageous enough

to continue my arduous journey to the kitchen.

Oh how so very lightheaded I felt when I finally stood up straight.

Another reason to stay on the couch.

And as if getting the toaster out isn't enough,

My eggo's are buried under crab legs galore. What a day.