A Sergeant Joyce Kilmer poem and one of my poems.

Very nice – love these poems! 🙂



(SergeantJoyce Kilmer. Born December 6, 1886-died in battle july 30, 1918. My favorite poem. So beautiful and true.)

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives wuth rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

(Thank you Sergeant Joyce Kilmer for leaving such beautiful words for us to read. Great Poet need to be remembered.)

WAR, what it is good for?

(Edwin starr voice can’t never be equal)


Sitting on the Iraq border.
My division of soldiers is waiting…

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Strangers No More


Esther loved me today

while I was fulfilling a goal

I thought I was serving her

but her request

for Hallelujah Chorus

was her gift

to me


Singing lady’s bass


and everything in between

my friend and I gave it our best shot

As I recalled ~

this was my father’s favorite

for us to sing

at Christmas time


And then she said

If only you played the violin

(which I had left at home)


Right then

I knew that I would soon


this day ~

at home

I wrapped some gifts

set stew to simmer

and drove away


She was asleep when I arrived

The violin sang Silent Night

She opened her eyes and smiled

and after a bit she inquired

How ’bout

You are my sunshine

(a song that reminds me of my mother)

I played it as she sang


And when I shared these thoughts with her

she said

it was my father’s way

of being there

encouraging me

my mother too

and this was her gift to me

and mine to her


Never a Christmas Eve

have I felt so inspired ~

for my goal to give

led to extra rich




for others

for me