the early years

“Lids”
1993
A lid on the mouth
Of those who oppose
Follow your heart
To nobody-knows
A lid on the person
Who does furtively hide
And racks you up
Far down inside
A lid, like on a cup of hot liquid
That only gathers the steam
And that person inside
Looks up to scream.

“My Umbrella”
(my first concsiously metaphorical poem. EHR)
1993
My umbrella is too hard to close
And yet the rain falls through the holes.
The tape I use to mend it with
Only makes my umbrella hard and stiff.
My umbrella is too hard to close
And I don’t know how to fix the holes.

1992
The tail cocked high above the bed
From my foot to my head.
Up jumped my sweet little cat
Mewed a little and purred as it sat.
Curled up neatly by my chin
Pulled the long proud tail in.
The rolling purr was not kept
The kitten quieted and slept.

“Poor”
1992
We don’t have much,
But we survive
And our attitude of life
Continously thrives.

We dream of having
Lots of money,
But we always
Consider that funny.

We may not have much
But we make it through.
Our wildness died,
Our being happy for what we have grew.

“The Rules of Love”
1991
“Good things come to those who wait”
Loving is an awkward trait.
Heart-breaks at the hand of fate.

“The Thought of You”
1991
As the wind blows
The water ripples
And brings the thought of you.
All things bring you back to me in the
Early morning dew,
The sky of white and blue.
All the things mother nature brings,
Reminds me through and through
Of your loving and true
Heart.

“Fall”
1990
Red, green, yellow
Orange and brown
Are the colors
Of the leaves on
The ground.

Leaves fall
Off the tall
Trees and all
Kids play ball
In the crisp
Evening.
Halloween and
Thanksgiving
And leaves that
Crunch under
Your feet.
That is what fall is.

1990
Violets are purple
Roses are pink
I know I don’t like you
But you don’t stink

“Night”
1990
Night is always alive and free,
Owls hooting in a tree.
Mice running all around,
Little feet on soft, old ground.
Moon up high, full and bright.
That is wonderful night.
Up above, a star.
Its door to light standing ajar.

“Cats”
1989
I love cats
They are cute
Sometimes I want to
Put them on mute

I love cats
They’ve got soft fur
And I love it also
When they purrrr

I love them
They are neat
They even clean
There own feet

“dad’s”
1989
dad’s are great
they’re really neat
though they make you
wipe your feet

dad’s are great
dad’s are nice.
They might let
You own mice

Mine is great
This is true
I love my
Mommy, too.