
A Poem Inspired by “A Quick Buck”
A stag is a creature
Of quiet majesty
His countenance a symbol
Of great vitality
Strive not for Perfection, but Reflection
A stag is a creature
Of quiet majesty
His countenance a symbol
Of great vitality
He found himself stranded
On a most forbidding world
Straight into adventure
He was accidentally hurled
A desert so fallow
A strange, empty tableau
For this space cowboy
It’s time to go
An idiom’s a turn of phrase
Just another manner of speaking
It helps a mental picture form
Creates an image of what we’re seeking
With a snap, crackle, pop
The bonfire roars to life
He whittles some spits
With his worn pocket knife
A marriage is a joining
Of two hearts that beat as one
Openness must be present
Once a union has begun
Once upon a November
I met the one for me
A date on Goat Hill Overlook
The view a sight to see
The alarm clock blares
He awakes from deep sleep
A fading orange glow
Is what his eyes first meet
Dawn slowly breaks
Chasing back the night
The sky is filled
With a soft, rosy light
We made our way down the bank
Seeking the perfect view
The stream bubbled and roiled beneath
It was only passin’ through