In the Mead Hall – A Poem


I washed my hands

In the marble hall,

The basin

Stony cold,

The walls



The voices of men

Receding, rising.


One Night Out West – A Poem

Lilly the singing Cow-Gal

Sits under the snowshoe moon,

She strums her guitar

With an old shooting star

She won at the Silver Saloon.


The plains vast and wide,

Trickle down the Divide,

Like a rambling, grassy sea;

They rise and they fall,

And softly they call

All searchers to follow me

Past oxen and wagons

And blue-bellied dragons,

Over timber and rambling plain–

Come ride through the gaps

In blue jeans and chaps,

Singing a lazy refrain.


But now sun has set,

The horizon it’s met,

The prairie whispers and settles.

Lil’s pony Bandanna,

Won fair in Montana,

Snorts at the whistling kettle.  


And in that vast night,

By the campfire light,

As Lily ponders the sky,

The ghosts of Oglalas

With twirling riatas

Go silently dancing by.


Summer Night – A Poem


She thought of families,

Big jumbled families—

Brothers and cousins,

Uncles and aunts,

Older sisters in crepe de chene going

Out on a Saturday evening.


Sitting in the yard,

She’d watch them as they ran

To boyfriends waiting

In glistening sedans, rag tops


Handsome boys,

The kind that dance,

Hold you firmly at the small of your back

And twirl you around…


Left behind,

She’d take the steps

And wonder when;

Then, there was always someone

Making ice cream in a bucket—

Another summer night—



Ice and saltpeter against cedar.


She wasn’t the dark,

Romantic kind

To swoon

Over a misty autumn eve; she’d take

A summer night

And the songs of birds,

And the land like a paint set

You can dip your brush into.