Wednesday, August 22, 2012


While cleaning up my bookcase, I came across a poem I written in 2001 and was published in the WISCONSIN POETS CALENDAR.  I thought I'd share it with you.
Old Sage -
On Summer's Stage
Foolishly you try
To Masquerade as July
Long languid days
Filled with Matinees
Black-eyed Susans kick
Your breath labors thick
The Petunias know
This is the Final Show
While the Fat Lady
Slipper sings-
The Mums-crimson
Are waiting in the wings.

I didn't realize Harley was behind the Russian Sage until I downloaded the photo.  Keep on punchin.

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