Today I have a guest author — my niece Stephanie Welbaum of Blacksburg, VA. From an Idea, to a Bill, to a Law by Stephanie Welbaum In the very beginning, it wasn’t so great Someone dropped me off so I was given a number, approved, then thrown in debate On the House floor I
It snowed today, the first time this winter. I have a poem for that. Perspective The son stood in the doorway, Behold a beautiful sight! As far as he could see, nothing but fluffy white! Today would be a time of laughter and play begun. And most important of all, no school would spoil
Yes, it’s a bit early to think about winter. But then again, it will be here before you know it. Collateral Damage Once they were strong, solid, dependable, upright. Now they are angled in different crazy directions. Some can barely stand. Here’s one almost on the ground. They are mailboxes
Here is a poem from my book Some Poems About Life. This is actually the first poem I wrote. It started out as a essay, but then I decided to put it into verse. My Greatest Enemy I am being chased, in a relentless way. There is no escape, despite what I say. I
Walt [Disney] assigned Robert and Richard Sherman to write the songs for Mary Poppins. They returned in two weeks with sketchy versions of five songs that could fit into the script, including “Feed the Birds” and “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.” Walt liked them, especially “Feed the Birds.” “That song’ll replace Brahams’ Lullaby,” he declared, and he cried every
Who teaches you? I teach sometimes. That’s how I met a boy, actually a young man, but it’s easy to think of him as a boy because he wears diapers and he doesn’t talk even though he’s 18 years old. Oh, and he’s also blind. We’d take him to the gym and he would walk
This is from Some Poems About Life, available on this website. My Mistake I never make mistakes, I’m quite meticulous. I pride myself on veracity and never make a fuss. Of course I might make a gaffe, a misstep I might take, or even an inaccuracy, but never a mistake. I’ve been known to
Here is an original poem in preparation for Fall — APPLES Do you like apples? Johnny Appleseed came to me in a dream and told me to plant apple trees. (Not really, but it makes more sense this way.) So I planted three apple trees in my yard. Now they
Dreams We start out in our lives young, unlearned, naïve. As we learn, make friends, and grow, in dreams we must believe. We mold them for ourselves, we see a future bright. We follow life’s long path, working with all our might. And then one day we realize our future is not the key. It’s
Friendship “Hello,” said she. “Who are you?” “I’m a pilot,” said he. “I fly big airplanes with lots of people on them all over the world.” “Where do you live?” said she. “I really don’t have a home,” said he. “Would you like to come live with me?” “Yes, thank you, I