Category: Poetry
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Poem: Welcome Santa
Welcome Santa Morning parade starts the day. Welcome Santa, won’t you stay? Stay a month, ‘til end of year. Help us forget, days draw drear. – We’ll start the season with feast And praise the first snowy beast. Cheer with every snow flake fall. Thanksgiving Day starts it all. – Eagerness for special day When…
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Poem: Add Some Color, Final Secret
Add Some Color To paint a picture, which turns heads, Must add color, yellows and reds. Bringing, often, life to meadows, Or a dale, full of gray shadows. – Writing a story which turns heads Requires, too, a splash of reds. Some blue and black truths can be told But add some jive to make…
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Poem: Out of Clothes, Secret #6
Out of Clothes Need to shop, she has no clothes. Out of socks to warm her toes. Also need some pants and shirts, Even getting low on skirts. All empty, drawers and closet. When she turns, there her clothes set. Stuffed in hamper, they are squashed, Dirty, needing to be washed. June Nash …
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Poem: Old Relic, More Humor, Part 4 of Seven Secrets
Old Relic My car’s an old relic. She is two decades old. Engine whines, hard to crank, Slow to start when she’s cold. – It’s best to take your time, Allowing gears to turn, ‘Fore swinging onto road And letting rubber burn. – I, too, am old relic, Without much gas in tank. Mornings I…
June Nash 