Boat of Fools
(A salty poem. Copyright 2022 All rights reserved.) See definitions of sailing terms below the poem. The genoa full on a close-hauled tack The main was following suit Our bow rose high as (Read More)
(A salty poem. Copyright 2022 All rights reserved.) See definitions of sailing terms below the poem. The genoa full on a close-hauled tack The main was following suit Our bow rose high as (Read More)
A cool cloth on your face A soft spoken prayer A hand holding yours when the pain comes. These are the things of Love.
A boy in Saskatchewan, teenager in Lynden, Army Air Corps gunner in North Africa, prisoner in Germany, and adoptive father in Birch Bay. These were the passages of the man resting in Hillsdale Cemetery. (Read More)
Here’s a little rhyme to lighten the load: Wonders there is more to this life than a spit in the eye the misery melts when you look to the sky and see like a (Read More)
Just to lighten things up a bit, here’s a children’s story/poem I’m working on…. Animal Wisdom by Jim Smith © 2013 I saw a crazy bird flying’ upside down. I said, “Hey, aren’t you (Read More)
Like it says on my ‘About’ page, sometimes I just do writing that has nothing to do with Leuk. So here’s a few haikus. The last one is my favorite. eyes staring nowhere just (Read More)
Here’s a rough draft. It needs work but I thought I’d post it anyway: He smiled as he waited For his last breath Frail, but calm Not afraid of death Tell me, Dad, why (Read More)
Several years ago, while walking on our beach, I stopped and looked at our old raft, the one we waterskied off of many years ago. It was sitting up high and dry. Many of (Read More)
Here’s a poem I wrote for my wife. All the events mentioned (including the dolphin) actually happened. Remember when we danced all night I’d never held you so tight T’was then I knew we (Read More)
a poem on having leukemia: It makes me want to run away and yet I remain It makes me want to be alone and yet I hold her It makes me search for my (Read More)
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