morning on the maumee

My friend Sayaka was visiting for the weekend so we decided to take our morning coffee with us and walk a block from my apartment down to the beautiful Maumee River.  The water was silky smooth, the air was crisp, the seagulls were singing and all around us tiny fish were jumping.   It was the perfect early morning coffee sipping with a friend moment.    

farm art 2

summer storm coming

I took these photo's from my car on the road to my parents farm.   The clouds look beautifully menacing don't they?!

Stewed Poem

It's always fun to find something that you did in the past and than look at it with fresh eyes. That being said... I was doing some "cleaning" on my computer, transferring old files and pictures to my new computer, when I came across an old poem that I had written in school.   After reading through it a couple of times, I made some changes.   I moved a few words, threw out some words and then added some words.   Sometimes it's good to let things stew for awhile and then dip your finger in and sample it and maybe add some more ingredients until the taste is just right.   Right now I think this poem is ready to serve.   I hope you enjoy it!

PICK-a-POEM

Should I make it sing in rhythmic time

or keep it simple with a playful rhyme?

Maybe It should flow clear and clean

or slow........ with pauses in-between;

should I aim to please or to ignite?

No--- I don't want to start a fight

I could expatiate with my nose in the air

or would that be too arrogant and unfair?

I suppose it could be witty, or even funny,

or for that matter sad or sunny

Then there are meter's and stanza's and iambic pentameters

all fighting to fit within its perimeter's

I'm beginning to feel like my head is full of birds

flying around, each one a different word

If I had it my way, poems would grow on trees

and I would simply pluck one off as i please.