These poems appeared in recent editions of the Senior Perspective. Read the poems and give your feedback on how well you like them -- either with a vote or with a comment. The highest ranked poems will be recognized at the end of the year.
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By Arlene Green of Paynesville
The house were a family
once lived is now empty.
It looks isolated
Grass is high, and weeds are too.
I can see flowers in between the grass.
There’s a kennel where a dog was
No kids playing anymore
There’s a bird bath and no more birds,
They seem to know their company is gone too.
The place looks sad
Many places are like this now,
What’s wrong with America!
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By Viola Haaland of Clarkfield
Youth where have you gone?
Oh youth what went wrong?
I neglected you and wasted time
Oh youth come back, youth be mine.
Oh youth-now I can see,
you were a spell cast over me-
Like a flowing brook or the blowing wind.
I cannot bring you back again.
Oh youth, underneath my age
is a broken memory on a tear-filled page
old age is here and it’s not kind
Oh youth come back-youth be mine.
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By Keri A. Schultz of Atwater
The Savior of the world
looked down to earth one day,
to see if any sought Him,
or walked to narrow way.
So once more He descended,
and went from door to door,
then in the “guise of wretched man
our Savior did implore.
But none would even open,
they left Him in the dark.
In sadness then, he turned away
and lingered near a park.
‘Twas then a little child
did seek the Son of Man,
and she cried out in wonder,
“ What happened to your hand?”
“ My precious child,” the Savior said,
“ these scars I bear for you,”
“ the price of sin, where nails have been,
I did it all for you.”
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By Don Orth of Olivia
Way up North... at my favorite resort...in Unit 63B,
Spending a couple days...in a romantic local...are we.
A balcony over looking the lake, a real wood fire place, and a hot tub,
Restaurants serving all 3 meals...and providing a selection of first class grub.
Waking up Monday morning with the big lake crashing on the rocks.
Wondering how a guy like me...ever was lucky enough to caught her.
Out on the deck...with a coffee and muffin,
What a treat...just sitting here...doing nothin’.
The temperature is warm...the breeze is soft... the day is sunny,
She’s laughing at a line in the book...it must be funny.
A road trip up the lake for a bite to eat,
When someone else cooks, that’s always a treat.
Our Scandinavian waiter... a pleasant sort of fellow,
Ate so much...back out in the air...and ready for a pillow.
Instead...nine holes of golf...an absolutely superior event,
My talents in golf...most certainly were not heaven sent.
Borrow bikes...road the trails to the big river,
Walked a path...the power of it all...made me shiver.
A gondola ride...high above the trees...to the top of the mountain,
A snack as we viewed the lake and valley...left my insides shoutin’.
A morning hike to the cafe...a deluge of rain...made us flee,
French toast and egg wrap...ate it all enjoyable.
Packing in the afternoon...a long trip home is our fate,
A week end...a lovely lady...very special.
About that...there is no debate.
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By Beverly Schneider of New London
I dream dreams of long ago, a gentler slower time
Where door and windows were unlocked
A handshake meant a contract, it was solid as gold
Times our children and their children will never know
You can’t know what you haven’t experienced
A lost culture gone forever
Unless we teach honor and respect
Take what doesn’t belong to you whether it be family or someone you don’t know
Is it too late to go back? I don’t think so
It’s like a rotten apple; pluck it from the tree
And the rest of your orchard will be as beautiful as can be
All it takes is one to turn history around
And we can start a good and nurturing culture just like the days gone back in time.
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