My Craft Poetry

Our Summertime Travel

We scurry across the avenues Sometimes we ride on ocean cruises We sing at festivals Ruining our hearing with high decibels Anything to escape reality choices Our spirit and body rejoices! The natural and manmade spectacles Our summertime travel. From Iceland to Zimbabwe oohs We delight in discovering new hues Our pictures and mementos release chemicals To remind of us of the sights, wonders, and smells! On the projector screen we peruse Our summertime travel.…

Continue reading

My Craft Poetry

Be a Maker, Not a Taker

Some shout no to corporate welfare And spit on those who say otherwise. Tax loopholes seem unfair, To those who minimize Their day-to-day and scrutinize The monthly budget. The craftsmen yowl this advice, Be a Maker, Not a Taker. An artisan lists out what’s true and fair; A list of various jobs and supplies. To complete his family’s share Of fruited endeavors reprise. The labor like clockwork unifies The sons and daughters sextet. The craftsmen…

Continue reading

My Craft Poetry

The Gardener Longs for Spring

The gossip fails to interest him, Real housewives provide no whim, The endless chatter from the box, Never topping spring equinox. Transplanting flowers from the seed, Small, pale, helpless leaves proceed No April Showers, so May balks Never topping spring equinox. Finally, water pours over plant, The pail neck leaks but a scant, Of moisture fallen from shamrocks, Never topping spring equinox. Summer now, the garden delights, Hummingbirds dab on nectar flights, Still, he misses…

Continue reading