Building
I delight in the strength of my body,
which is the strength of my arm,
and if my hammer doubles my arm,
so too does my delight double.
And if my mind builds great beings
and ships and derricks and rockets,
these things being a part of my arm,
my arm rejoices.
The Generations
The hourglass tips
And we run through.
It tips again
and we run through again.
No matter how many times
you pick me up,
I pass the same point,
I tell the same story.
Ego of Steel
Ego of steel
or flash to ash
in the blast
of the torch
of the writing class.
Vicky
Vicky comes to mind
So fair a damsel in flowing hair
She needs a knight–
not any coat of arms can do.
The smiles and hugs and laughter
from her court are there for all,
But true love genteelly awaits
her view, despite her lofty throne.
Many years ago this was true.
Back when the storytellers’ mouths
gleamed forth bright tales,
dancing before the fire with camp side utterances,
erecting through high art sheer walls
of saga,
cloaking in the night
the tawdry pig trails
and muck of medieval Europe.
Before spider veins and
double chins aged the dream.
Aging it into the reality of today.
The blare of car horns unrelieved by dreams,
replacing pig trails, no storyteller to fan the imagination.
Humdrum Life
My humdrum, humdrum
life, such is the sum
of it– still a good life
3 kids, wonderful wife,
Happiness; which in short
means not much to report.
Life couldn’t be better,
so here’s a poem instead of an annual letter
Ode to David G. Hitchcock (with apologies to Mark Twain)
And did old David travel?
And did old David go?
And did his sad heart unravel
for where he did not show?
No, such was not the fate of
old David G. Hitchcock.
Though his life was humdrum,
it was as solid as a rock.
Not missing far off places
Did rack his aging frame.
No wanderlust, nor mismatched sock
of old David G. Hitchcock.
Dreaded baldness did not see
his hirsute heady lock.
No aching back, nor runners knee,
of old David G. Hitchcock.
O no. Then listen, with envious ear,
whilst I his fate do tell,
home with his kids, in good cheer,
he is doing well!