Road to Destiny

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A great, white limousine

Rolled down the road to Destiny,

And in it sat four revered men

Of great authority.

Religion and Tradition graced

The seat that faced the rear,

While in the back with Science

Sat Philosophy so near.

When the road became so rough

That forward progress slowed,

Philosophy said, “Gentlemen,

Let’s try another road.”

“I think he’s right,” said Science,

Shuffling papers on his lap,

“I’ve been collecting data,

And I’ve made a little map.”

Religion would not hear of it,

“‘Tis blasphemy!” said he,

“For God himself has set us on

This road to Destiny.”

“Religion’s right,” Tradition chimed,

“It’s been agreed upon.”

And as they argued endlessly,

The limousine rolled on.

And in the end, their driver,

Who was named Necessity,

Found that he would have to

Choose the road to Destiny.


(orig. posted 4/16)


September Stew


September stew is savory,

And this is how it’s made:

Start with hand-picked, lengthy

Stalks of sweet September shade.

Mix in lawn chairs, tables too,

Good friends, and family,

Add some wine, turn up the heat,

And stir occasionally.

Season with some salty tales,

Perhaps break out in song,

Bring to boil, reduce the heat,

And simmer all day long.

Gem Garden


I dream of a garden

In some secret glade,

Where apples are rubies

And leaves are cool jade.

I see amethyst asters

On peridot stems,

Raspberry garnets —

And all made of gems!

The garden pond ripples

With blue tiger’s eye

In this emerald glade

‘Neath this sapphire sky.

When the amber sun sets,

And the pearl moon’s nigh,

Then the diamonds come out

In the black onyx sky.