Biography of Sir Jasper
Me. My dog. My boat. Nature.
Sir Jasper Poems
A Photo Of You
Hop Picking (When I Was 5 Years Old)
I met an old farmworker today fixing a fence in his old way. He spoke to me and said 'Good day, rains a-coming, ' he did speak
Of days about a long ago of summers which were warm and mild for here was I oh but a child of eating pears and apples and blackberries
The smell around me never ceases but grows above me give me peace. The bloody noise of traffic around
He walks along so slow. A pleasure to see Jasper so free. No care in the world
I see a tern with energy to burn pluck a fish off boat astern
Of days of old when I was a lad of summers fields I was so glad.
I sit here peacefully by the light to write my verse, all is right.
A New Day
Here the barley doth but grow by the sun in morning glow so by nature is so slow I sit down and have a blow.
My Best New Year Treat
I spoke to the owls this morning, New Year's Day. They called me and I called back
The beasts of prey for the night circled me and I felt as one with them
A pigeon coos for a distant mate but sometimes I think that he's too late
Oh the break has come at last, thou hast burnt thy bridges and has come to terms with nature. No more vehicles
The wind whispers and the trees' leaves dance to its ongoing song. The boat she sways on the wind
Of days about a long ago
of summers which were warm and mild
for here was I oh but a child
of eating pears and apples and blackberries
to fill but all of a sudden
I begin to feel ill
a rumbling in my belly below
and out it comes
to say hello.