Youthful Passions: Jumping Into a Pool


Jump in, climb out, jump in, climb out
And all day on repeat;
To admit you were tired was
To admit to defeat

So cannonballs and Frankensteins
Were choices two and one;
Some people dove in head first, but
That wasn’t that much fun

Pretending you got shot was good,
Catching balls in the air;
Karate kicks got extra, as did
Jumping off a chair

The skills involved were manifold
Some borderline occult;
Like how to leap-frog tables, and
Not be seen by adults

So many things we dared to do
So few we wouldn’t try
For just that single moment
When we felt like we could fly

Youthful Passions: The Hardy Boys

The Secret Warning

I loved these books when I was young,
The thought of fighting crime;
And in them, traveled ’round the world
And decades back in time

I loved to solve each mystery
To defend right and truth;
As Frank and Joe became my friends
And I became a sleuth

And with these two friends by my side
We faced a thousand scrapes:
For every mystery we solved
There were six great escapes

We helped out old man Applegate,
We went to Baffin Bay;
But some there are who still don’t know
The force of child’s play

To read and to imagine is
Our powers to extend –
For us to become anything
At first, we must pretend


Why, Indeed

Why should I come home?  he texts,

There is nothing for me there.

So there’s not: there’s only us,

Only moments we could share.

Only life and only living,

Only taking, resting, giving.

But I know it’s too much bother

So, don’t bother.


Your Father

Text Message


"The Life-Line" - Winslow Homer
“The Life-Line” – Winslow Homer

The wind, it sings a distant song
From far over the sea;
It’s asking, who is answerable
To help humanity?

Is it the rich? The scientists?
Is it the government?
Or is it all of us who share
This global circus tent?

I feel the answer in the wind
That blows o’er hill and lea;
Each name that’s called I will not know,
But one of them is me.