She walked in the sunshine in late… With her faded blue parasol to shi… From the scorching rays of the sum… In her Sunday’s best; in days gon… To a place about a mile out of tow…

Soon I’d be three scores and a di… But surely that’s no crime Just have to alter my paradigm Find newer ways to spend my time! Years ago, I’d walk eight miles o…

Torrents! Sheets of rain fell all… At times, six to eight inches an h… Nature’s display of destructive po… And we were impotent before its mi… We watched the fireworks; hunkered…

Careless, he stepped on quicksand And sank slowly, precipitously Distressed, he stretched out his h… But sadly, grabbed on to thin air… Terrified, with all that he could…

When I write poetry, first I conc… And for hours, and maybe days, I… To find right words to use That will express my views And if need be, the old Thesaurus…

An Ode to the Sliderule From minds to the hands Numbers glide on wood and steel Then the big reveal Old tool, silent yet precise

warm water bubbled up the hot spring; as she minded wet clothes she hung on a string, between two poles wild flowers on her hair;

A Sonnet The journey starts wherever we may… Our train won’t move, unless we wi… The future waits, though we’re not… But it’s ours to shape, when we ch…

Just for Laughs A winding ribbon of red stars Snaked out far into the night As I sat quietly in the cockpit Hoping my ship will soon take flig…

Aimlessly drifting, lacking direct… Unanchored, meandering out to sea Nimbus clouds, horizon to horizon Land nowhere near, miles away from… He bobbed in the waves, but nowher…

Often, we’d recall anecdotes Juvenile stories, funny quotes Humorous tall tales from our youth Then realize the saddest truth The players; they’re no longer her…

The race is not won by the swift n… And battles fought do not belong t… Riches and mercies come to the wea… As much as the most distinguished… The giant Goliath fell to the you…

One wintry December night she van… From his life, perhaps never to re… Leaving him with quiet grief untar… He lay restless till dawn’s first,… He feels the emptiness settle, wid…

The sky was slate grey, the clouds… The salty air was misty from the o… At the Montauk lighthouse, the la… As night shadows come out at the e… Wave after wave were crashing on t…

We grew in a traditional household Where misbehaving is not an option Discipline and stern rules we must… But love always an expressed emoti… Six sons six daughters a dozen in…