billthekirk musings

I came across this poem recently and I was surprised at how mature it is (given I wrote it back in September of 1994).  There's a lot more imagery in this one than I typically do, which I believe makes it extra special.  For me, the cigarette butts are like the child that some might have the attitude of tossing aside.  The grease stain represents damage someone can do to someone's life that they just ignore because they have what they want. The 'industrial' represents people getting so focused on the grind of life that they forget to love and care for their fellow man.  In the end though, nature (or goodness must win)...hope must break through.  The man at the end represents the cycle starting all over again. ~KH A mother walks with her child across the cracked and gray pavement She has to go slow because the child can’t walk perfectly yet The mother stoops, holding the child’s tiny hand. How sad it must be for those mothers without fathers…I wonder if this one ...

 This story poem has my daughter's namesake, Sarah...and she is the main character.  Sarah was not a crying child growing up, but I was for sure.  The classroom setting and children in it is also meaningful to me because it was one of my favorite places to be growing up...even with the bullies that existed.  This story is dedicated to my daughter, Sarah, and the children who cry a lot growing up that just need someone to assure them that everything will be ok...or that need a life lesson that doesn't cost anything to give. ~KH Little Sarah had a problem She spelled one word wrong on her test So Sarah cried and cried Upon her desk And her test And soon both of these Started floating on a river of her tears And soon the classroom was flooded Carrying with it all the students and teachers The river went through the hallways Picking up books And more teachers and students along the way Till it finally crashed through the school doors And made its way to the school parkin...

 I wrote this because I love donuts and I find candy and desserts, although dangerous if eaten too much of, like works of art that can be eaten and appreciated like no other food.  I included in this poem story many of my favorite desserts as well as ones that remind me of my kids and the ones they liked.  Originally, turtle sundaes were fudge brownie sundaes, but I decided to change it since I like those more now. ~KH  Photo - Adobe stock Let's take a ride on a donut Over an ocean of frosting As we sprinkle from island to island Collecting gumdrops, cinnamon sticks, and sweet memories We'll take our donut down milky rapids Dodging chocolate boulders and Choco-banana trees Through jungle of candy sticks and Rock candy cactus deserts Till finally we reach the Pyramid of ultimate treasure Of chocolate coins Turtle sundaes (that swim through the rapids on their own of course) Pecan clusters and Napoleon pastries Which we eat of course till our bellies burst over And we ...

 Something drew me to Savannah.  I'd heard good things about it and I have a friend in Atlanta I was visiting on a trip.  I also came across the book Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil which features Savannah as its main set.  I had read this book prior to my visit. Being there and walking around, it was clear that Savannah has a lot of history, dating back to even before the Revolutionary War.  It is so great walking around and seeing the various parks and trees and the old and interesting architecture.  On a self guided tour, I found some things I really enjoyed seeing that I will show here. There are several parks in Savannah...and many have beautiful fountains, or have monuments to famous Savannah residents from the past.  Live Oaks with Spanish moss hanging from them are very common throughout the city.  I happened to see a hawk on my walk in one of the parks.  I also found it pleasant walking the Savannah parks at night. The archit...