Voyage West

Here’s the latest poem called Voyage West. Voyage West Pa calls our wagon Prairie Schooner, says we roll at the wind’s pleasure sailing a sun-hammered sea. Sure enough, we scrape and creak, pitch and sway all day over grassy swells and wildflower waves.  We set our course west, always west.     As the sun…

The Wave – another poem

Here is another poem I call The Wave… The Wave First lap, it’s flat as a map                    folding into sky                         then a giant rolling over                  breathing salty sighs             next it’s a water dragon’s back                             where fish and swimmers fly                              last, a rumbling                                                      dark freight train                                                                that splash-and-crashes by!