Timothy Michael Ricke

My Life - Poem by Timothy Michael Ricke

As a child I squeezed under the gates of the friendly confines
Watched as each spring center field's growing vines
I spiraled upward to the top of Wrigley Field
Rode a screaming fire truck as all traffic yield

I was lost deep in the hills of Missouri for three days
Kept myself dry sleeping in deserted caves
Lived on peanut butter and slept beneath the stars
On a clear night viewed the red of Mars

I watched as our home was engulfed in blazing fire
But the family bible untouched as the flames retired
Warmly recall the memoirs among the ten of our tribe
Raising goats, chickens that helped us survive.

I swam in the gulf, Atlantic and St. Thomas's Megan Bay
Travels the Keys and stepped on each cay
I'v taken Hawaii's road to Hanna
and sang Richie Valens Donna

I've sailed from Clearwater to Captiva and Sanibel Isle
I've been lost in the wonders of nature running mile after mile
Traversed Misery Hill at the place called Knox
So tried I lied down and slept soundly upon the rocks

Fought food poisoning in a place called Jackson
Received a dear John and ooh the combined physical reaction
Through the mud, as soldiers before me, I did crawl
I found the incredible wonder of bathing under a jungle waterfall

I walked upon the bouncy shore of the Wisconsin river
Pushed a car in a whiteout, in the bitter, cold winter
I've seen the Packers beat my Bears
Being the only one who cares

I was trained by a coach of opera
But sang the songs of Denver, Elvis and Sinatra
Brought an audience cheering to their feet
As tears flowed gently, humbly, down my cheek

For twenty three years I did play the king
Those years of vocals I so did sing
Raised money for children and other things
I found "Being Present" brought life's new wings

Open your heart wide and consider all that there is
You can live life as you did, as a kid
Face all our fears that bring us so many tears
but has enhanced our days, months and years

Find ways to give, give, give
To those in need serve so, they too, may live
Through these things my friends you live, live, live

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was sitting back recalling the year of my life from age 4 and living a block from Wrigley Field and the words began to flow.

Comments about My Life by Timothy Michael Ricke

  • (8/9/2012 6:53:00 PM)

    The message in this poem is great.Give those who are in need and let them live. Nice to read the journey and adventures! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012

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