William Kruse Poems

I have wished these teens would leave the site
and not 'bass' on my street all night.
Have made suggestions from the door,
made it clear I would take no more.
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Since the Lord Himself is my trail boss,
I’m pretty well taken care of.
He sees to my grazing and water rights
and all the other needs of a maverick like me.
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I'm jolted out of bed
by a gem of inspiration
and I scrounge for pen and paper,
in quiet desperation.
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The carnival barker cried, 'Step right up, folks!
The most stupendous show of the midway!
He tries to work and cannot think;
he tries to think and cannot work.
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I
sit here
and try to think
of all the beautiful
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The smell of the ocean fills the air
on the rugged coast of Maine,
where the Portland Head Light
stands its constant vigil.
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High in the mountains,
Deep in the winter,
the creek cuts its course
through the snow.
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Stands a pile of rocks, this ancient, pagan altar;
wind-worn, time-worn and stained
with the blood of countless sacrifices:
a monument to the memories of those lives
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Too stunned to run, I watched the ball pop
straight up and seem to stop.
The irksome noises of the fans
were muffled in that timeless span.
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I never played the game,
although I always wished I could.
Well, I played in Little League one year
but wasn't any good.
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