Thinking of that day…
Porcelain tea cup
left by Grandma’s parlor chair
-Is empty todayShivers from the winter wind
Bronze bell tolled the warmth away-cj holm
empty
Bring It Back
Ormsby, MN Ball Field
Our Old Field
(Sung with Gusto to tune of My Bonnies lies over the Ocean)
There once was a town that played softball,
Our teams all played with great skill!
In Ormsby we cheered for our hitters,
And heckled opponents with glee.
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back our slow pitch to town, to town.
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back America’s game.
Our players were locally famous,
The chanted their names at Knight’s Lounge!
They swung for fence with abandon
But struck out most of the time.
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back our slow pitch to town, to town.
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back America’s game.
The lights have been burned out for ages
The base paths are now overgrown
Our bleachers were sold off to Odin
The gophers have eaten the grass
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back our slow pitch to town, to town.
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back America’s game.
There once was a town that played softball,
Our teams all played with great skill!
In Ormsby we cheered for our hitters,
And heckled opponents with glee!
©2019 cj holm
Almighty’s Tumble
Words and Image ©2017 Clarence Holm
Last year’s perch broken
Victim of its age and height
Barn owl soars over-Clarence Holm
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 175 Broken / Over
Prompt words: Broken and Over
Haiku in 5-7-5
Fall Colors
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #116 Home&Leaves
Home seems so empty
after leaves are stashed away
and tail lights turn redClarence Holm
Empty
Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge #113/b Beach/Time – Tanka
Source – google image
Time shared between us
Was the beach amid life and loss
Where love controlled allSorrow now clasps emptiness
Pulling your touch from my soul-Clarence Holm
Empty Nest
I see you, now that the leaves are stripped
Resting on the middle branch
Exposed to wind, but holding steady
Empty as the flocks are gone.A vacant home, now just a resting place
For winter’s backyard travelers.
Just sticks and twigs, stuck on a branch
No speckled orbs to guard.It’s vacant now awaiting spring
When life will return to green.
Filled with down, soft and warm
Hidden once more to me.-Clarence Holm
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