Campfire

First the insides, crumpled newspaper pages

Then a pyramid of fresh pine branches

Springy and scraggly, sappy to the touch 

Giving off a tart evergreen aroma 

Around the perimeter 

A wall of birch logs 

Elegant in their pristine white jackets

One scratch of a Diamond match

The pine boughs, ablaze in a second

Hissing, snapping, crackling, spitting

Spreading their hungry flames

The birch bark eagerly joins the inferno 

Tiny sparks flying into the sky

Dancing erratically, this way and that

Some reaching ten feet high

Sputtering out in the night air 

Plumes of yellow, red, orange flames

Agitated, restless, angry 

Jumping, dodging, darting, leaping

Changing form, one instant to the next

Each glimpse, its own fleeting masterpiece

A sudden wind, the smoke shifts

Eyes stinging, I move my chair to one side 

And toss in a handful of pine cones

Like fireworks, the petals burst into flame

Electrifying in their dazzling display 

Eventually the fire draws in its tentacles

Charred logs blink and glow

Sinking into their pool of reddish-gray coals 

Mesmerized, my breathing slows

Muscles relax 

Cares of the day recede

Replaced by a stream of memories  

Camping with my brothers at Little River

Ghost stories at YMCA camp 

In the Maine woods with my wife and son

So many campfires, so many decades

Magical moments spanning our lives 

Frasier Addicts: A Monotetra

We visit Frasier every night

On goes Netflix, off the light        

All these characters, strange, uptight           

Oh such delight, oh such delight

Frasier, it’s clear, is ultra smart

His brother Niles quotes Jung and Sartre

While Daphne has the softest heart

Each plays their part, each plays their part

Frasier, of course, can be quite prissy

And Niles will often act like a sissy

Martin, their dad, instead gets hissy 

 Prissy sissy, sissy hissy

  

The radio gang, they all are witty

Producer Roz, she’s oh so pretty

Sports stud Bulldog can be gritty

Seattle’s their city, Seattle’s their city 

A heartwarming time with Frasier we’ve had 

I have to admit that we’re hooked so bad

We’re nearing the end, so sad, so sad 

Must find a new fad, must find a new fad

Sailboating Days

                   I

                  Do

                  See

                  Sail

                  Boats

                  In the

                  Mooring

                  Ready to

                  Brave the

                  High waves

                  Come aboard

                  Bold sailors

                  And make your

                  Selves at home

                  We embark on an

                  Adventurous trip

                  In twenty minutes

                  Cedar River & then

                  Off to Sturgeon Bay

                  & west to Egg Harbor

                  Such a

                  Dreamy 

                  Voyage

Menominee is situated right along the Green Bay shore

 Our First St marina, home to hundreds of sailboats

  Family friends: O’Haras, Caleys, Hoods & others

   Would host us on watery treks to Door County

    Jovial outings aside from my sea sickness

The Goose That Laid Golden Eggs

Jack at the Giants’ Castle Door:

These monsters are awfully scraggly and huge

But their goose laid a large  egg of gold

If I could just steal her through subterfuge

We could buy back our cow that I sold 

The Giantess peeking out the kitchen door:

Look at this darling boy at our house

He is clearly in love with our goose

I won’t even check with my ill-tempered spouse 

I’ll just give her to this sweet papoose 

The Giant, looking in the window at Jack:

Who is this evil one here in our castle

Who is stealing our goose’s golden eggs?

It’s time for a brutal, no-holds-barred hassle

I’ll rip off his arms and his legs 

Jack, racing out the door with the goose:

Oh no, the monster giant is after me

I’ve got to climb down this bean stalk

He’ll tear me in pieces if we don’t get free

Let’s go, Mrs. Goose, please don’t squawk

The Giant, coming down the stalk after Jack:

You’ll never get away, you naughty young thief

I’m eighty times bigger than you

I’ll teach you some things about pain and grief 

What awaits you, you haven’t a clue 

Narrator:

Jack raced down that stalk like a rifle shot 

With the lumbering giant in pursuit

The boy grabbed his axe, gave it all that he got 

And the stalk crashed to earth with the brute 

Aaaiiieeehhh!!!  Crash!!!  Kerboom!!!  Aagghhh!!!

Jack’s Mother

Oh Jack, that dead giant fills up our whole yard 

But look, a golden egg from your goose 

Never again will our life be so hard 

Let’s buy back our cow and vamoose

Epilogue

Jack and Jack’s mother 

and the cow 

and the goose 

(and even the Giantess)

lived happily ever after 

THE END OF THE STORY