My Musings

Sometimes I wonder what goes onThe world is on the looseThe words, the songs, the story linesThe hype we do produce I wonder if I heard it wrongOr did I miss the boatOr did my logic go beserkAnd set my raft afloat And then I learned the nasty plotThey’re out to cure...

The caribou and cockapoowere dining out with old coypu A ewe joined in and then a gnuAnd who shows up but jabiru And then they saw the jackeroowho had a date with kangaroo A kinkajou with one kuduAnd flying in, the silly mew A sapajou with his friend shrewA crested...

The earth turns at a rapid paceWe call ourselves the human raceAnd what we do the great rat raceWe even race to outer spaceWe call our schools a paper chaseThe fastest yet are in first placeThe slow are held in great disgraceAnd faster still we do embraceI’ve pondered...

I learned many years ago that for every positive there is a negative. Great efforts were put forth to identify the positive as separate from the negative. There were negative numbers. Electricity survived on positive and negative. The laws of physics seemed inundated...

Outside my window every dayAn eagle can be seen at playOne thousand feet above the earthHe circles freely filled with mirthFrom time to time he’s closer stillWhat ever is his whim or willThe mood may strike, he likes to eatHe circles low to find a treatA certain...

I'm not quite sure from whence it cameIt sure as heck was thereA sunrise or a shooting starOr brisk October air I was too young, I didn't knowBut things one can't denyAnd why the world knew naught of suchThey said it was a lie The world dug in, conditions reignedWith...

Out there he stands so proud and allAnd yet he's only one foot tall He knows he's cute and struts the lotHis coat so black with one white spot His legs designed for thrice their lengthHe's six feet tall with inner strength With long black head and shaggy tailHe loves...

The world is full of bugs and slugsOf this we're all awareTicks and lice and flies galoreAnd skeeters fill the air With fumigants and pesticides Oh yes we call them pestsWe hunt them down and kill them deadUntil then no one rests But fortunate for all involvedWe'll...

When I was small and out to playIn my backyard I had to stay.But my backyard was filled with things.My mind could fly on angel wings. At least one hundred mighty oakA creek my size where I could soakWith maple, apple, walnut treesA million flowers for the bees. The...