gather round the glow that is everywhere

November 24, 2010

modern mansion,
warm voices
– thanksgiving.

dirt hut,
warm voices
– thanksgiving.


Happy Birthday Dad

September 2, 2010

My  apologies for departing from this blog’s usual theme of   Marcellus exploitation.  But it is a special day for me.

My father would have turned ninety today. (He passed on in 1981).  Everybody loved him.

This is one of my poems about dad:

Dad Wore Hats

Not when he should have.

On a cold bright day
he would call out
where is your hat?
while the wind played
in his hair.

Nor the way he should have.

It was always
crunched atop his head
by a nephew or daughter
running around our backyard
at a picnic.

Nor what he should have.

Into the dewy night
the adults would sing
heads touching in harmony
dad smoking a Chesterfield
wearing a bonnet.