Larry Schreckengost

We had a dachshund who loved digging holes
Seldom seen him without mud on his nose
Must be related to some breed of mole
This dog and I each had our established roll
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Leaning against a maple red
Breathing crisp fall air
I strain to see through window's glare
And ever-present tear
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I do enjoy being heard
Listening to my spoken word
If one terrible day, a choice
My Life or my voice
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Begin, a melody within
Tell the story side to side
Then end to end
Accomplish this with little pen
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Last night Jack Frost
Carved his icy name
Across our window pane
The fire built to match the night
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I think it's great
That you want a snake
And go against advice
Still you might be right
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At the crest of a steep hollow
Is where I met this noble fellow
An Alabama pine of tremendous girth
Laid out dead, upon the earth
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I roam the forest vast
Where wild sumac blocks my path
And thorny briars cut and slash
As sky grows dark with smoke and ash
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Poems are the whispers in the breeze
Mingling with shivering trees
The rising flash
Of a campfire's ash
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Oh thank you for my new boots
This pair will surely see good use
To have had these in my passionate youth
When nature filled my dreams
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Now that's GREAT
You've caught a snake
Against my best advice
Have you thought about the mice
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By our back door, we have a bougainvillea tree
That presently holds a nest for three
I've named the avian parents Mood and Prude
Occasionally they can be kinda rude
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From brambles, fields, and Forest near
Her melody lends Christmas cheer
The simple sonnet of a dove
A reminder of our Father's love
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Hail to all good stewards of holiday cheer
The future of Christmas may bring you to tear
I have troubling news concerning an elf
And there's no way, I can save Kris Kringle myself
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Sea otters float this bay
Past mountains draped in fog
Silver clouds kneel to greet us
Where ice runs fast like dog
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Your writing gives me pause
I believe this was your poem's cause
Lust and Love are the wings of a dove
Neither one may fly above
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Looking down an iron sight
At the deer, I intend to smite
The bullet travels at blistering speed
A generous distance to discharge its deed
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Bear in mind, throughout my time
I have never been inclined
To leave a cast shadow behind
Hiking to or from my hunting blind
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So you think you'll try to catch me
I'm pretty sure you won't
And to be perfectly honest
I'd prefer you don't
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Breakfast in our backyard
Rows of tulips standing guard
Newspaper and a cup of tea
Shared it with a bumble bee
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