Biography of Chuck Toll
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Chuck Toll Poems
We neither pity other creatures nor feel sorry for ourselves. Life does what it must, so do we. We accept what there is: snakes, bugs, mice,
When out of sorts with life or self, A porch is hard to beat As long as you’ve a comfy chair And space to stretch your feet.
Coyotes In The City: New York
Kayaking on the East River, my daughter Met a coyote swimming and offered help. It declined, adding it needed the exercise.
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I really want to know whether you exist or not! Your site has several “Contact Us” links, and Emails to you produce an “Auto-Thank You” But our messages then get lost in cyberspace
Our small New England town buried a son yesterday, A young soldier killed on duty in Afghanistan. It was our first casualty in struggles far away But, as it had proved, not sufficiently removed.
Our young son wheezes softly in his sleep In the middle of our bed, arms embracing Stuffed animals, favorite blanket in hand. For years, our bed has been his bed as well.
The Geezer’s Lament
Four score and more can be a drag. I’ve watched my face in mirrors sag. My fiber diet makes me gag. Alas, my tail has lost its wag.
Portrait Gallery: Creative License
One April Claude Monet became enraptured With an oak, a vision begging to be captured On canvas, bare limbs stark against the light. Magnifique! Mon Dieu, he’d paint this right!
The moose, silent at twilight in the mountain pond, watched us Approach down the tree-canopied ravine without alarm. It chomped calmly, water grasses dripping from its mouth. While not inviting us to stay, it seemed to have no objection
“This is a defining moment, ” proclaims our president loudly As Malaki leading several newly minted regiments proudly Rushes to Bosra to attack the Shiite militia and is nearly crushed, With a thousand desertions. Another Kodak moment to be hushed.
Haiku Of The Canyons
Grand Canyon Touching the gray stone Formed beneath an inland sea
Prose Poem: The Feng Shui Of Squirrels
“There are too many squirrels! ” my wife exclaimed. “They've taken over. They not only eat all the birdseed I put out, they eat the bird feeders themselves. They’re gnawing their way into the birdhouses too. Do you think they’ll start in on the house? ” I looked through the kitchen window above the sink. She was right. On the lawn before my eyes, more than a dozen squirrels gamboled on the sun-dappled grass, dug relentlessly in an area I was trying to reseed that spring, chased each other through the branches, and swung acrobatically from the feeders they were plundering. Goldfinches, titmice, sparrows, chickadees and a few warblers perched uncertainly in the branches above. Only the mourning doves, whose gentle tones and appearance belie an unexpectedly resolute nature, seemed willing to challenge the squirrels in the search for food.
Welcome Back To School
I’m very pleased to introduce to you A teacher who is and isn’t new. Though new to some of you today Last year he joined our work and play.
The Massacre Of The Innocents
Our driveway has become A killing field for worms, And we don’t know what to do.
Our young son wheezes softly in his sleep
In the middle of our bed, arms embracing
Stuffed animals, favorite blanket in hand.
For years, our bed has been his bed as well.
He knows his formal bedroom is elsewhere,
And he will go there if my wife and I insist.
But absent guests or relatives, we rarely do.
He always smiles on climbing in with us.