Thursday, May 31, 2012

The Game



THE GAME

It was morning when he left that night
I think the month was May
They drank until broad daylight
With one last game to play
The cards were on the table
He had spades in his hand
He waited until the mood was stable
Then he executed his plan
Big Joe stared at the poker face
That Dan wore with pride
Joe arched his back in defiant grace
Dan took it all in stride
Joe said, with a face so blank,
“Are there hearts in your hand?”
Dan organized his cards by rank;
Said, “With this hand I’ll stand”
Joe, said again, ready to fight
“Are there hearts in your hand?”
Dan held his cards to the light;
“Go fish,” he said, “or throw in your hand”

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Monday, May 28, 2012

Voyage of the Gumdrop Galleon


VOYAGE OF THE GUMDROP GALLEON

On a fine summer day
In a land far away
A gumdrop galleon
Set sail on a chocolate sea
Its rice paper sails
Caught nor’easter gales
And followed a course due east
It finally moored
In an icy fjord
Surrounded with frothy whipped cream
The ship’s captain was adorned
With a gingerbread horn
And white britches that were double seamed
He left his great ship
And took a short trip
To see his majesty the king
The king met the captain and crew
Served them peppermint stew
And a desert of peppered ice cream
Their visit was done
At  quarter past one
Just in time for crumpets and tea
Then with the setting sun
Their next trip was begun
To the land of the lemon drop tree

Memorial Day

Remembering on Decoration Day


Sunday, May 27, 2012

Denise of Camus Prairie

Denise of Camus Prairie and
Queenie the Wonder Dog.  Although she
looked like a Shirley (Temple), her nickname
was Susie (after the Everly Brothers song,
'Wake Up Little Susie')



A Collage

A collage with aged newspaper photo effect.


Saturday, May 19, 2012

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Second Shirley Temple

My wife of forty years - Shirley Temple #2.







Bora

BORA

We rode the Bora’s frozen breath
With blue fingers we grasp
The bowlines for the weather leech
A spanker snapped and begin to thrash
We laid low by the mainsul mast
While the maiden, she climbed the swell
Followed the curl and broke away at last
Free sailing as she’s compelled
The Bora tames to a mistral
The maiden finally sees the sun
The swarthy sea turns azure blue
And rocks gently now the maiden’s run


First Post

Welcome to The Pastel Prairie.