bill costley

Rookie - 202 Points (May 21,1942 / Salem MA usa)

Jascha - Poem by bill costley

Little yellow Jascha
chirrips from his perch
in the white kitchen of
my Polish grandmother
while I crunch away at
Kellog's CORN SOYA
soaking in wholemilk
on a sunny Saturday
off Salem Common.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

After WW2, as a small child (b.1942) , I spent Summer Saturdays at my Polish grandmother's apt. in Salem, Mass. Breakfast was often Kellogg's CORN SOYA (no longer made) with blueberries & creamy milk.

Comments about Jascha by bill costley

  • Gold Star - 4,520 Points Michael Morgan (12/19/2012 9:47:00 PM)

    nice, orderly progression from the minute to the grand. Memorable. MM (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, December 21, 2012


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