fishy deal

bring me an icehouse

a big pick-up truck

an auger and minnows

and plenty of luck

bring me a license

and fishing gear, too

gasoline, propane

and something to do

a six-pack of beer

and food, if you wish–

bring these to me

and i’ll bring you a fish

–photo by me

Snow, Snow, Go Away

Snow, snow, go away

Come again on Christmas Day

It looks as though I must delay

My plans to ride my bike today.

Snow, snow, disappear

Come again late in the year

For though I’m trying to persevere

I’ve really had it up to here.

–Photo by me

i will

i drive up to my favorite spot

for some serious stargazing,

and as my eyes adjust to the

inky blackness of the night,

i find myself suddenly on

the edge of a rocky crag,

hanging precariously over

a yawning, endless void–

the abyss of nothingness.

i want to cling to the world

for if i should lose my grip,

i might tumble into it;

in time, i know i will.

–photo by me

magic moonbeams

i was out chopping wood

‘neath a magical moon

when i came face to face

with a bear,

and i was quite sure

to be disemboweled soon–

but the beast stood in place

and just stared.

the moonbeams on my beard

somehow tranquilized him,

and i found i was no

longer scared,

so we went in for tea,

and he sat on my knee

while i read him the tale

of three bears.

–photo by son aaron

Leif’s Belief (archives)

The planks and oarsmen groaned as one,

The wind began to blow,

And at the bow, Leif Erikson’s

Unease began to grow.

He’d put his trust in Jesus now,

And sailed to serve The Lord;

Yet Odin’s ravens mocked him

As the longboat left the fjord.

Soon blown off course, old doubts set in

And caused him great distress–

He grabbed a slave and thundered,

“Thrall, bring me the prophetess!”

The witch came forth, her robe bedecked

With skulls and precious stones,

And calling on the Alfather,

She cast her ancient bones.

“What is it?” Leif called out to her,

“What do The Old One’s say?”

“They say a man should trust his god

To guide him on his way.”

And so he climbed the mast to pray,

And high up there he saw

A land ahead that would, someday,

Be named America.

–Photo by me

hesitated (archives)

all of a sudden

i stood face to face

with the enemy;

i could see the fear

in his big brown eyes.

i had a gun; he didn’t.

slowly, i aimed at him–

could i really kill him

right here in cold blood?

they say to never hesitate,

but now, for some reason,

i couldn’t pull the trigger!

he probably had a family

and friends — just like me.

as i stood there watching,

he began to back away;

i just had to let him go–

i’d never tell the others,

but i was secretly glad

when he suddenly bolted

for the safety of the woods–

antlers held high.