Jack Frost

Jack Frost visited last night
and cursed the grass with hoary blight
the flowers frozen in their bower
wilting icily and dour
the doors and every window face
are covered by a rime of lace
and all the landscape frozen, still,
preserved in beautous repose till
the sun comes out to melt away
returning life with light of day

This Place

This place,

As good as any place,

Rocky, thick, private.

Northern Minnesota's my home.

The Tale of Flynn and Lynn

Now Flynn and Lynn were leprechauns who came from Ireland’s shores
Across the great blue waters to a place they’d not seen before
Now you might think it odd and strange for creatures so fond of green
To travel to the desert and its sandy lifeless scene
But it happened just by accident according to a wish
When Flynn and Lynn were captured by a sly and cunning witch
Now witches have their magic, and their own spells it is true
But this witch was no alchemist which made her rather blue
And so to get a pot of gold she laid a cunning trap
Involving string, a box, a stick, and a whiskey filled jar cap
It wasn’t long before the whiskey lured those two fools in
The box came down, the leprechauns were soundly trapped within
The witch came out and said “ha, ha! Now you owe me one wish!”
And Flynn and Lynn replied “All right, jus’ let us out ye witch.”
“Sure” said the witch “but first ye must be grantin me my wish,
For two great big old pots of gold, enough to fill a ditch.”
And up beside the roadside there appeared a ditch of gold
But after that was desert sand, “What’s this!” the witch did scold,
“you wished for gold,” said little Flynn, “and here it is for ye”
“but you didn’t say bring it to you so to it we have brought ye”
“but that’s not fair” replied the witch, “I caught ye fair and square,”
“Ah, but that’s the thing,” said Lynn “life isn’t always fair.”
“we’ll take ye back to Ireland, if you simply let us out.”
The witch agreed, removed the box and blinked and looked about,
For she was back in Ireland beside that same old road,
And Flynn and Lynn were vanished, and so was the ditch of gold.

Pink Rose

i got a pink rose today

the pink of the rose made me think of you today

every time i see the color pink

i think of old times

i think of old thing's

i think about all the good times we shared

making faces in choir pictures

and doing thing's that were out there

now your gone

The Father of Invention

They say that necessity is the mother of invention
Was twitter necessary or was alleviating boredom its intention?
I say that boredom plays a role as well and that is father,
That plastic vacuum seal stuff around cds is just a bother
Is it necessary for rappers to have spinning hubcaps on their tires?
Is it needed that the I-phone have thirty thousand apps and higher?
If I was going to invent something you can bet it would be handy,
Like a magnet for attracting sweets and chocolate covered candy.
Or a souped up kind of flying suit with aviator wings.
But would these be useful or boredom alleviating things?