My first was a Torino-Ford
But now I drive a Honda Accord
Thinking about my car today
From the shack it takes me away
Accord is packed from roof to floor
Making it hard to open the door
Eleven hundred miles or so
Is a long way for a car to go
So we return to our winter home
But next spring to Vermont we will roam
Not much of a poem, but give me a break
I’m on a road trip for heaven’s sake!
All Rights Reserved
The greens of summer
Have turned to autumn hues
And colder nights
Offer some distinct clues
Yep, it’s high time
I don my travellin’ shoes
I love it lots
But the shack’s got no heat
So if I sit here
On my stubborn cold seat
I’ll need snow boots
For my size six feet
So I will leave
My beloved shack
But fear not, Vermont
For I will be back
Next year in May
If all goes on track
All Rights Reserved
Quinoa I hear
Is a kind of a grain
Although I keep trying
I find it too plain
Liking the stuff
Is rather a strain
Quinoa I hear
Is a way healthy treat
It’s good for my blood
And likely my feet
Antioxidants galore
Nutrients replete
Quinoa I hear
Can be made into pasta
I’m willing to try it
Since little the costa
But why am I certain
It will be quite a losta?
Quinoa I hear
Can be made into chips
Salted and fried
To add pounds to my hips
But still I won’t like
How it tastes on my lips
Quinoa I hear
Is so good for me
But I’ve tried it and tried it
And now I shall plea
That my diet remain
Healthy quinoa free
All Rights Reserved
A favorite nibble at our wedding brunch
On a small sandwich it was fun to munch
Guest voices rose in a crescendo, please
Give us more of that pimento cheese
A special spread southerners admire
When Yankees try it they get quite inspired
To eat the stuff a lot and more
What is this creation, they do implore
Southerners call it pimento cheese
Not sure you can get it overseas
But in the south it’s a common treat
Without which no buffet is ever complete
I like it especially on burgers grilled
When I do this for friends they become rather thrilled
Their voices rise in a crescendo, please
Give us more of that pimento cheese
Where do you get these pimentos, they ask
Pulling them from olives must be quite a task
They come in a jar all by themselves
Right there in the store on the canned veggie shelves
Add onion and mayo to plain old cheddar
And chop in pimentos to make it taste better
A dab of mustard to top off the spread
Refrigerate three hours and then go ahead
And serve it to friends at your next dinner party
But warn them ahead it is rather hearty
Their voices will rise in a crescendo, please
Give us more of that pimento cheese.
All Rights Reserved
The summertime clock is tick-ticking away
And so, this afternoon, today
I sit on the dock, and here I will stay
Come what may
Until the evening of the day
Summertime in Vermont is fleeting indeed
To the weather gods I cajole, beg and plead
About my warm weather preferences and need
But to me they would never, ever concede
To change their Vermont cold winter weather creed
So I take book, umbrella and sunblock
And spend my afternoon upon the lake dock
Though the more disciplined might suffer from shock
On another day all my chores I’ll take stock
But today I take heed of the summertime clock
All Rights Reserved
Nantucket’s the topic of many a poem
But alas, it’s a place I never have roamed
I hear it’s an isle in the grand state of Mass
Some write rhymes about it ever so crass
My little efforts are far more G-rated
I allude to some stuff but it’s all understated
And lest I’m accused of being a prude
I’d rather be boring than risk being crude
All Rights Reserved
Roses are red
Black raspberries are, umm, black
This little ditty will prove
That I’m a poetic hack
I like black raspberries
They make me say the word “yum”
But right now they are causing me
A peculiar conundrum
Their bushes are close by
On the outskirts of my yard
So what’s the problem you may ask
That makes picking them so hard?
The berries are beautiful
They’re ripening quite nicely
But here’s the situation
That makes picking them rather dicey
The berries are entwined
Amongst a very dangerous vine
This plant has leaves three
And yes those leaves do shine
Protected by poison ivy
I’ll leave the berries be
Perhaps the birds will eat them
But those berries are safe from me
Roses are red
Black raspberries are, umm, black
And that’s the latest news
From the outskirts of my Vermont shack
All Rights Reserved
A summertime family reunion
Means mayhem and confusion
In-laws in abundance and profusion
All is happy might be an illusion
But everyone survived with nary a contusion
And in conclusion
Had a successful family reunion
All Rights Reserved
If I go barefoot
They bite my toes
If I wear hats
They bite my nose
I do not like
Those mosquitoes
I try to run but
They seem to knows
Whichever way
I am planning to goes
I do not like
Those mosquitoes
But you mosquitoes
This answer I do pose
I hope the winds
Do forever blows
In directions
We both would haven chose
All Rights Reserved
The weather this weekend
It did explode
Leaving fallen trees
Upon our dirt road
The wind was hellacious
The rains poured on down
And the fallen trees
Cut us off from the town
No water from well
Since the power went out
No cell phone is normal
But we choose not to pout
The candles and flashlights
We rummaged and found
But the cat was still scared
Of the thundering sound
Next morning we hoped
But power still wouldn’t work
Living in the country
You get used to these quirks
No coffee was hard
But what could we do?
No one had power
If we had bushwacked through
Chainsaws came out
Once the rains finally stopped
And on to our task
The neighborhood hopped
Some people chopped
And some people cut
Some of us dragged branches
It was hard work, yet, but
The road was cleared
In two hours or less
Without such kind neighbors
We’d still have a mess
All Rights Reserved