That Damn, Windy November Day

Gertie galloped for one last round,
Before breaking up and crashing into the Sound;
I was left stranded on the Tacoma side,
While somewhere in Gig Harbor, my lover had cried.

Our worlds were connected on the 1st of July,
By that bridge which would swagger and sway;
I met her at the Dance Hall down in the Harbor;
Drove across to see her almost every day.

The winds of that Autumn were awful severe;
The bridge would close down for a while;
I would wait in my truck until Gertie grew calmer,
But she certainly was cramping my style.

On November 7th she did more than just shake,
As she twisted like a fragile tree limb;
The galloping was too much as she started to break,
I was tempted to jump in and swim.

Phone calls were not enough to keep us together,
The ferries were too far away;
The narrows remained bridgeless due to the weather,
Until after her wedding day.

Galloping Gertie is to blame for my sorrows,
And the reason I am still a bachelor today;
I saw my future crumble into the Narrows,
On that damn, windy November day.


Count on Me as Your Friend

When I was down and out with the flu,
You brought me chicken soup;
When I was left off of the distribution list,
You kept me in the loop;
When I was drowning in a sea of despair,
You threw me a safety rope;
After I had already pulled out all of my hair,
You gave me reasons, still to hope;

When everyone else had unfriended me,
You still “liked” and “shared” my posts;
If it wasn’t for your acknowledgements,
I might have thought I was a ghost.
Even though you finished the marathon out in front,
You waited for me bringing up the end;
After I had been totally left abandoned,
I could still count on you as a friend.

If ever you are down and out,
I will bring you chicken soup;
If you ever get disconnected,
I will keep you in the loop;
If you ever need to stop and rest,
I will wait for you in the end;
If ever you feel abandoned,
You can still count on me as your friend.

St. Leonard’s Pond

We took the little hike through the woods
To reach St. Leonard’s pond;
She said she wanted to swim in it,
Without any of our clothes on.

The only naked girls I ever knew
Were in a forbidden magazine,
My parts which made me different from them,
Had never, by a girl, been seen.

But there was just no stopping her,
As she quickly got undressed;
When I eventually achieved the same,
She could easily see I was impressed.

She smiled at her effect on me,
Then ran towards the water;
I waddled due to my infliction,
Until I finally caught her.

We swam and floated next to each other;
Our bodies, sometimes touching;
The sparks ignited inside of me,
I could compare to nothing.

We did much more than swim that day,
As the sun crossed the summer sky;
I never found again in life,
Something to make me feel as high.

St. Leonard’s is now a Nursing Home,
I don’t know if the pond remains;
But, a skinny-dip in any other lake,
I’m sure, would still make me feel the same.

The Continuum of Time

I had a dream late last night,
But I’m not sure that it was mine;
In it, I was a different person,
Living in another time.

Everyone was talking in a foreign tongue,
One, before, I had never heard;
I also talked in that same language,
As if I understood every word.

I was being led up to a Guillotine,
For some deed that I had done;
I caught the eye of a young man in the crowd,
I somehow knew to be my son.

I wouldn’t confess that I was guilty,
Of the crime I was being sentenced for;
Instead I rose to my feet and shouted,
“You can kill me, but there are still so many more.”

A commotion started in the crowd,
Where last I had seen my son,
Men with swords appeared on the platform,
Instructing me to run.

My hands and feet were shackled,
I could only manage tiny steps;
A horse appeared before
And on its back I lept.

The horse galloped me to safety,
Stopping at a clearing in the wood;
It was the camp of my fellow rebels,
Where taking command, my son now stood.

My shackles were removed,
By a blacksmith with his tools,
While we celebrated my daring escape
From the tyrant and his fools.

The cavaliers who had rescued me,
Gradually all returned,
Reporting that the platform and its Guillotine
Had, to the ground, been burned.

I drank whatever they were drinking,
In no time I was inebriated,
I woke up in the present time,
Being myself again, I hated.

I’m not sure whose dream that was,
And why last night it was mine;
Maybe dreams get dreamt again
Over the continuum of time.

War, No More

I would fight in the war to end all other wars,
If there was a guarantee never to be any more;
But, man has a need to feed his insatiable greed;
That is what all this warring has been for.

In every war we have been in,
We sacrifice our children,
While the mongers hide safely behind governments back home;
If the people who fought ‘em
Were the same morons who start ‘em
You and I could live peacefully left on our own.

It is not too late,
To put an end to all this hate,
If the propaganda and rhetoric went unheeded;
We just might find,
That to save humankind,
Love and understanding is all we ever needed.

We can put an end,
To all this fighting my friend,
If each other we simply treated with respect;
There would be no more,
Need or use for a war,
If tyranny’s rule we all would reject.


I hitchhiked from Dayton to Saginaw;
Three hundred miles; felt like I walked them all;
Got passed by trucks, motorcycles and cars,
As I hitchhiked from Dayton to Saginaw.

We hooked up while I was going to Ohio State,
She was visiting from Central Michigan on her Spring Break,
I was home for the summer when I got the call
So I hitchhiked from Dayton to Saginaw.

Life can take many turns and twists,
One too many for her so she opened her wrists;
I’m not sure how her family knew about me at all,
But I hitchhiked from Dayton after I got the call.

I got there just in time to attend the mass;
Her friends from her college shared with me, their flask;
My legs were so wobbly I thought I might fall,
After this girl I once knew, I once again saw.

They said, she thought she was but it turns out she was not,
Once the depression starting sinking in it never did stop,
She said, if she was I was the boy they ought to call,
Have me come up from Ohio to Saginaw.

I wasn’t sure exactly what I should say,
I remembered that week like it was yesterday;
We enjoyed each other’s company then went our separate ways;
For the rest of the service I was stuck in a daze.

I gave my condolences at the family home,
Then sat under a tree in the yard all alone,
In the late afternoon before the sun started to fall,
I started thumbing my way home back from Saginaw.

Unforgivable Sin

I can forgive myself for many sins;
I’ve committed about every kind;
But, I never could forgive myself
For not sharing what troubles my mind.

I sit in dismay watching the decay,
Of the greatest government ever formed;
If it goes down in flames, I cannot be held to blame,
As with my words, I have, many times warned.

To simply look the other way,
Is a sin I see happen all of the time;
But, to sit idly by, as our nation dies,
To me, is an unforgivable crime.

So, shake your head once more in dread,
Although by now, I guess you are bored;
I’ll try again to use my pen,
In hope it proves as mighty as the sword.