Winners
Year 2 Autumn
is a promise As
we wait with eager eyes and hearts, As
we step slowly into the gray, --
Submitted by Patricia Hardesty The
winner for September On
a gray November day Through
an agony of time The
Pacific's northern gale On
a windswept grassy knoll --
Submitted by Susan Grieve (In
loving memory of David and Wendy
Trail, The
winner for October It
seems that only yesterday, Just
yesterday it seems to me, But
now it seems that yesterday, And
although yesterday was sweet, --
Submitted by Maryse Achong
The
winner for November Ned
strolled out to the chicken coup, Dad
milked old Daisy in the barn, I
watched with careful scrutiny, Then
came the most important job, I
stood by poised, determined, brave; As
if my job were not enough, --
Submitted by Timothy R. Oesch The
winner for December T'was
the night before Christmas Cakes
and cookies placed While
Mom and I settled down All
of a sudden Into
the living room Looking
at the luster When
what to my wondering When
Mother bent down and snatched Now
looking under the tree was more candy, My
craving for chocolate, As
I sat there eating my snowball
delight, Well,
all of a sudden Mom
and I were stuffing our face Mom
and I are round and plump, As
I listened to Mom chewing I
heard him flying all around the town --
Submitted by Peggy Nelson
Category: "Autumn"
of future growth and beauty
She comes and hushes all the noise,
she quietly does her duty.
we see all things retire.
Autumn gathers all the abandoned joys
and lets loose Winter's ire.
we are saddened by the bland.
We forget that Autumn always comes
with promise in her hand.
from Las Cruces, NM
email: hardesty@zianet.com
Category: "The Sea"
The Gustav made its way
Round the rocks and down the inlet
Out to sea,
And its engine throbbed and droned,
As it plunged and rolled to home
Through the rising wind and foam
Of heaving sea.
While they pace and fret and pine
For a message from their loved ones,
Out at sea,
Arrival day came and went
With no word, no signal sent
To end frustration and lament,
Oh, where at sea?
Leaves no trace, tells no tale,
Of lives in ships, storm tossed
On wild seas,
Just a single fishing float
Bearing name of missing boat
Flung in a cove remote
By roiling sea.
Above the ceaseless breakers roll
Where wind crook'd pine is stooped
By timeless sea,
Lies a cold, flat granite stone
Forgotten and alone
And carved words cut to the bone:
"Lost at sea".
from Victoria, B.C. Canada
e-mail: hamewith@home.com
John Trail and Mary Anne Grubb,
lost at sea November, 1978)
Category: "Yesterday"
I knew a different world,
Where life was good in every way,
And I was but a girl.
My world was free from cares,
And full of dreams of what would be,
No worries and no fears.
Is from a past long gone,
So removed from my life today,
Though memories linger on.
And things are not the same,
I still consider it a feat
To be a player in Life's game.
from Trinidad, W.I.
e-mail: maryse@tstt.net.tt
Category: "Food"
to gather ten fresh eggs.
While to the frozen pond strode Bill,
with two rough wooden kegs.
and brought mom back the cream.
With Lula there to help her stir,
thus adding to the team.
though just five years of age.
Quite certain that when I reached ten,
I'd be an ice cream sage.
the crux of all the fixin'.
With Ned and Bill lined up to crank,
and Mom done with the mixin'.
Mom filled and closed the vat.
A towel was placed upon the lid,
then firmly down I sat.
I also gave the cue.
The brew was frozen perfectly,
right when my nose turned blue.
from Oak Ridge, TN
e-mail:
oeschplace@sprintmail.com
Category: "Christmas"
and to my surprise
were lots of Sees Candies
that caught my eyes
in the freezer with care
as I hope that I'd remember
that they were there
for a long night's nap
I took a swig
of a little night cap
there was such a clatter
I jumped out of fright
to see what was the matter
I flew in a flash
I looked at the boxes
as they were all smashed
of chocolate peanuts below
I now see my favorite cupcakes
with the color of snow
eyes should appear
It was my mother
with a can of beer
a piece of candy real quick
I stood there and wondered
where the hell was St. Nick?
I wonder from were it came
A variety of chocolates,
only the best brand name
I was ready to climb the walls
But dear old Mom handed me
those delicious snowballs
on top of it was a damn fly
I got the fly swatter,
I whacked him and told him to
die
that damn fly flew
he flew into my bottle
of Mountain Dew
and looking down at our belly
We laughed and laughed as they shook
like two bowls of jelly
we looked like an old fat elf
I sat on the chair and had plenty
of candy to eat by myself
on a Carmel Delight
We new Santa came
in a flash that night
and as he drove away out of sight
I barely could hear him say...
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL
A CHOCOLATE OVERDOSE NIGHT
from Lakewood, CA
PeggyNelson@hotmail.com
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