Don’t Tread On The Dead The graveyard had been redesigned The walkways had been realigned The biggest change At least to me Was the signs now out For all to see Five short words that we all read Not keep off the grass Don’t tread on the dead Genius, You’d have to say Don’t walk where we The dead all lay This sign, It said … Continue reading Don’t Tread On The Dead
Death Came To Town Death came to town On a horse with no rider All saddled to go But there was no one astride her Both saddle bags buckled They were empty and bare Death came to town On a riderless mare She stopped on the street She did not make a sound And the place where she stood Showed no tracks on the ground … Continue reading Death Came To Town
The Captain and Me The bar was deserted But for The Captain and me I was tending the bar He was watching the sea The North Wind was ‘a howlin’ As the door opened wide It was The North Wind just checkin’ To see who’s inside The Captain, was quiet looking out at the sea He said on days like today, that is no place … Continue reading The captain and Me
I shudder Every time I hear the phone ring once I’ve gone to bed I shudder I’m afraid of what the news might be if I go and answer I shudder I hate the sound of that damn phone Late at night and all alone Feel like a kid though I am grown I shudder I don’t want to hear that someone died That phone … Continue reading I shudder
Friendly Fire The doorbell rang I answered it And standing at the door Were two men In their uniform I knew what they came for I knew right then I’d lost you I was alone And you were gone The plans we made together Were now dust The plans were done Friendly Fire, what the hell I don’t know just where to start Friendly Fire, … Continue reading Friendly Fire
It is with great sadness that I must announce that wit has withered and died. Actually, it probably died years back, but, like a character on a soap opera, it returns in flashbacks on occasion. The ability to use wit to insult, as Will Rogers, Dorothy Parker, and the great writers of the past is no more. The use of wit to make someone leave … Continue reading The Death of Wit
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The Piper at Dunblane A chanter cracked from overuse Cheeks salt stained from shed tears Shed for those who lost their lives Lost well before their years The piper played for seventeen Who never saw their best Amazing Grace hung in the air While our hearts beat in our chests The massacre at Dunblane School took seventeen that day One teacher and lo, sixteen more … Continue reading The Piper at Dunblane
