Up North,

Turned heat to fifty, Wa windy blustery day Sunday April 10,2022, Nightfall found me and girls warm, Hot out, Hot absorbed by mobile home, Hot in, Awake to chilly spring day, Feels like early morning Sawyer County, Before cook stove and fire place are lit, Tough leaving warm bed, Tough like when she lat there,

Tinged with color

Much to early Sumac’s colored,leaves fell, Top of tithering heights, Patches of color sits, September has come, Dampness moisture laiden’s my windshield, Fight stupid Motorola’s spell check for each word, Nothing impedes Fall, Color shall peak, Sooner then October, Mayhaps, Miss the colors of my northern Wisconsin, Virginia’s Shenandoah National Park, Hilda at Skyland lodges

What do you hear?

Say someone says I’m board, I want to go for a ride? Do you think oh joy we will make a loop the same old crap and come back? Hearing how much a person hates the uglyiness of your state! I think where do you want to go? To which I’m told the Mississippi river,

Upon a wing,

Tonight as I came home, Two wings were a flying, Geese away, Veering out there, Northern Iowa, Twenty twenty one running a month ahead, Early March we had seventy weather, Short sleeves and Tee shirts, If not fast bizarre, April was nice End of May winter returned, Heating bills rose, Why because it was turn

Kitty quarterbacks

A plastic bag, little crinklie thing, Brother n sis, Back and forth, No field just a hall, Hither and dither they zoom, Steeling their ball, Can then can’t see them, Crinkle crunch, Around they come! No score board, Ball change now a cap, Leinenkugel best beer ever, You know its a game worth playing, Near

No one knows You but You!

I often want to shout, you don’t feel my pain, My sorrows mine, Goading me to force me to do more How do you simply shout Shut up? When they are ill, Pain takes their wind, They your friends lay low, They tell you they have pain. I never say so your tire! What did

Wisconsin

Been a long spell since I rode along Envisioning the Blue hills of northern Wisconsin Home of my heart Enticing imagined poetic sounds Entwining like lovers Stretched across a parchment Quill dippenf in ink made from Indian paint brushes Native bright orange flower found Sawyer County on ny families lake I always dreamed of owning

I love Hard covered books

They are just the best Like driving down main street Hayward Wisconsin Sitting upon a dock by a sturdy wood chair Love is in the air This book collector Writer Me

Blizzard’s comming

For all planning to travel Across the river and through the woods Yada yada I will be here Book and me filming the blizzard Missing family Missing Ellen Beth my kid sisters bean casserole Minnesota northern Val’s calling The way I travel from point one to point two I visualize Figure meeting my business and

You will be missed

Doc Pillsbury Friend seven years Luther College