I was born and raised in Hannibal, Missouri, a stone's throw from Mark Twain's boyhood home on Hill Street. I twice won first prize for my verses in the local literary competition. After graduating from college, I became an English and journalism teacher for several years. Later I studied computer science and became a technical writer. As part of my job I lived and worked in Paris, France, for a couple of years. I retired from a major computer company, and I am now enjoying traveling and pretty much doing what I want.
Most of my verses are in rhyme, and I try to vary the scheme and meter. The poems on my page were written over the years, some in high school, some in college, and some more recently.
When we were kids and sent to bed
When dusk had barely passed,
My brother Tom and I would play
A game, "I Touched You Last."
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Are aprons passé? There may still be a few
That say 'Kiss the Cook' when men barbecue.
For Gram they were vital; they saved her good dress
When cooking and cleaning or clearing a mess.
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I just saw in the paper that a friend of mine had died;
I had not seen him for some time, but still I nearly cried.
I thought of days when we were kids and every summer's day
I'd go and ask his mother if he could come out and play.
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When I was newly married and adjusting to the life,
I went to see my mother and complained about my wife.
I wasn't kind then to my wife I really must confess.
Her cooking wasn't up to par; she left the sink a mess.
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I had a friend who lost a leg
While in the war in France,
And with this loss he also lost
The chance to run and dance.
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