Category: Poetry

*Author’s Warning: Darkness lies ahead. It’s a place in my life. The part I show no one. Not a place that I seek. Just a trail I end up on. A black that finds me. A dark place where I go. Unexpectedly sometimes. It’s a part of me now....

(All Loon Photography Courtesy of Peggy Ivimey) *An edited version of Serenade of the Loon appeared in the Adirondack Almanack’s April 12, 2021, on-line edition. *A Brief Author’s Note: I first drafted “Serenade of the Loon” several years back. I had plans to submit it to Adirondack Life magazine,...

Author’s Note: ( “Spring’s Promise” appeared in The Adirondack Alamanack’s March 20, 2021 online edition.) ********** Winter’s Winds Wild Ice Trickles Flow Melting Deep Drifted Sunlight Bright On White Snow ********** Rabbit Tracks Everywhere Blue Jays Flock Feeder’s Calling Chick-A-Dees “Dee” Powdered Snow, Freshly Fallen ********** Beneath Winter’s Warm...

Some hunt for trophy bucks. Some hunt for memories. In a secluded spot along my trails On an elm by a bridge Hangs a simple wooden sign It reads: “Seven Point” Whenever I reach that spot on my route My mind is transported To one treasured moment Etched forever...

An Inauguration Day Countdown Retrospective In Haiku ********** Author’s Note It has been a gut wrenching time in American History. What happened on January 6th was a jarring real time illustration of all of the divisive chaos that hate, racism, and deceit engender. While all of America watched in...

A Salute to the Service and Sacrifice of Those Who Have Fallen Twenty-One Guns! The Captain Rallied His Men Twenty-One Guns! Bloody Battle Began ********** Twenty-One Guns! The Line Echoed The Call Twenty-One Guns! Musket, Powder and Ball ********** Twenty-One Guns! Held The Line Against Cavalry Cannons Twenty-One Guns!...

A Quiet Morning Prayer As I Stoke Up My Stove ********** Thank You Oh Lord For Each New Day I’m In For Each New Morning’s Fire And the Warmth It Provides Me ********** Until Our Trails Cross Again: May You All Be Kept Warm & Safe Through Winter’s Fireside...

Author’s Note: I never know when or how a story or verse will arrive. They always seem to appear out of nowhere and catch me off guard. This poem originally came to me while I was standing in my kitchen making a big pot of wild turkey soup, which...

Author’s Note: I don’t consider myself a poet. I don’t seek them out. Sometimes, however, they still seem to find me. This one came in pieces, like fall’s falling leaves, on my last fall duck hunting trip of the season, up north to Middle Saranac Lake via South Creek....

Somewhere Out There Beyond All Worry And Strife Exists A parallel Universe Where Dreams Are Reality Where Baseball Is Life ***** Somewhere Out There Exists An Alternate World Where Imagination Sprints Onto The Field Where I’m Pitching Baseballs To The Roar Of The Crowd ***** Somewhere Beyond Anywhere Hometown...