Tag Archives: Memories

An Ode to Moss Landing

I wrote this poem in the guest book at Moss Landing, Ocean Shores, Washington. I took a picture of it to keep a copy and decided to share it today for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub. ________________________ An … Continue reading

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The Saving Grace of Jello

I don’t really know what cancer is, but mom’s in the hospital having surgery because she has it. I think that’s what Aunt Barb had and she died. I hope mom doesn’t die, too. We’re visiting her today. She might … Continue reading

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Peace on the Breeze

There is no scent like eucalyptus to bring me back to days of yore Summer sun sweetly gripped us as down the road on bikes we tore No Kookaburra graced our gum trees though a hawk or two was seen … Continue reading

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Train of Thought

Shortness of breath reminds me of the stench of Old Golds wafting to upper bunk as ash spills from glowing red tip into ash tray beside their bed reminds me of camping at Oak Grove Campground hiking the loops with … Continue reading

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Sifting Beans

I’m sifting through dry beans picking out rocks tossing damaged beans skipping the limas keeping the good ones planning a steaming hot pot of bean soup with bacon carrots, celery, and onion a few of my favorite herbs Or maybe … Continue reading

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Remembering Dad

My dad was the best. I remember when I was a kid how with gloved hand he would take each bullhead off the hook so I wouldn’t get cut by their spiky fins. I remember how he taught me to … Continue reading

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Oh Ramona

The sun rises high In the cerulean sky The wind comes like manna Out of Santa Ana The brown weed field Naught but thorns does yield In the one-story houses The ungrateful one grouses Pool parties and a picnic feast … Continue reading

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