Doug Gunderson Poems
|1.||This Bridge Of History||1/14/2014|
|2.||Tabitha’s Best Friend||1/14/2014|
|3.||Sunday Night Sonnet||1/14/2014|
|4.||Walking With A Two Year Old||1/14/2014|
|6.||Let The Poison Out||1/14/2014|
|9.||Alternative Universal Declination||1/15/2014|
|11.||Not Quite Puppy Love||1/15/2014|
|12.||Speed It Up||1/15/2014|
|14.||Making You Happy||1/15/2014|
|17.||Goodbye My Love||1/14/2014|
|18.||The Four Greatest Words||1/14/2014|
|19.||Winter Won’t Leave||1/15/2014|
|20.||Conversation With An Iguana||1/15/2014|
|21.||The American Dream||1/14/2014|
The American Dream
Fifty is coming fast and hard
Forcing me to become reflective.
But how does one judge their life
Without being too subjective?
Money? Power? Fortune and Fame?
Job titles and a fancy car?
Each of us has a benchmark
To make us proud of who we are.
A big bank account sure would be nice
Or maybe a bit more fame,
But I ambled down a different path
And I played a different game.
My poems have not won awards
And my novel’s still not done;
But success has come to me
And in this game I have won.
My house and car are paid for
I have money in the ...
This Bridge Of History
Standing on the Old North Bridge
Where those first shots were fired,
Caught up in the history
And what it has inspired.
The statue of the Minute Man
With rifle and with plow
Faces this bridge of history
As if guarding it somehow.
The marker where the British fell,