Thursday, July 30, 2009

Poem: Twisted Tree

Twisted Tree

Of dressings made

And vegan wraps

A place to read

Or midday nap

Singers sing

We hum and clap

And Clark will serve the fare

Ana, Una

Serving friends

A discourse flows

As night descends

The laughter grows

And rarely ends

While good times had by all

But nothing beats

Desserts we take

Chocolate chip

And cup of cake

We eat ‘em all

That Clark might make

And sometimes ask for more

So come on down

To Twisted Tree

On Cookman Ave

Close by the sea

They’ll greet you well

Just come and be

And pass the time away

You’ll find a place to stay

Copyright SGW 2009

Monday, July 20, 2009

The Art of Racing in the Rain

"(We) go where our eyes go." The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein.

* I changed it a little, but I hope you get the idea.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Poem: Dry


The ink bleeds one last word
A pen will die unheard
Silent goes this tool
Writer’s left a fool
Never did it matter
Mindless chitter chatter

Copyright SGW 2008