Found this in a box~
While looking for something else, I found an old journal I scribbled in circa 1981, and kinda liked this...
I never try to write poems
Because poems are too hard.
They have to rhyme
And have the same time
And meter.
So I never try to write poetry.
(dated October, 1981)
So, with that in mind, I pulled out a partially used blank book that has Poems by Dawn and her Friends on the cover is crooked stick-on letters.
Here's my ode to Little Joe written in creative writing class, San Rafael High School, 1975, I believe this was an assignment on writing like the Canterbury Tales, if memory serves.
A cowboy sits on a horse
A handsome boy, a stud, of course,
His hair is curly, eyes are green
His body's young lines are lithe and lean.
The fillies swoon when he walks by:
He whispers sweet nothings with a gleam in his eye.
The girl he's with now won't be the one later,
Another will beg to let him date 'er.
The words he says are only lines:
The gals don't care, they think he's fine.
He often rides the telly plains
On a horse name Cochise who races trains.
He's strong and proud, a wonderful son
His temper starts trouble and then he has fun.
He loves fisticuffs and some gunplay,
And gets wounded every day.
Injury matters little to this cowboy,
His constitution's better than Superboy's.
He's cocky, self-assured and vain,
He gives his family quite a pain.
Always managing to say something keen.
he amuses the viewer until the last scene.
A cowboy wearing green jacket and guns,
he's a lefty which surprises the outlaws some.
A memory in television history
He's famous mostly for his pistolry.
Although it is obvious that Ogden Nash is my poetry god, I think it's just best that I stopped writing verse long ago!
I never try to write poems
Because poems are too hard.
They have to rhyme
And have the same time
And meter.
So I never try to write poetry.
(dated October, 1981)
So, with that in mind, I pulled out a partially used blank book that has Poems by Dawn and her Friends on the cover is crooked stick-on letters.
Here's my ode to Little Joe written in creative writing class, San Rafael High School, 1975, I believe this was an assignment on writing like the Canterbury Tales, if memory serves.
A cowboy sits on a horse
A handsome boy, a stud, of course,
His hair is curly, eyes are green
His body's young lines are lithe and lean.
The fillies swoon when he walks by:
He whispers sweet nothings with a gleam in his eye.
The girl he's with now won't be the one later,
Another will beg to let him date 'er.
The words he says are only lines:
The gals don't care, they think he's fine.
He often rides the telly plains
On a horse name Cochise who races trains.
He's strong and proud, a wonderful son
His temper starts trouble and then he has fun.
He loves fisticuffs and some gunplay,
And gets wounded every day.
Injury matters little to this cowboy,
His constitution's better than Superboy's.
He's cocky, self-assured and vain,
He gives his family quite a pain.
Always managing to say something keen.
he amuses the viewer until the last scene.
A cowboy wearing green jacket and guns,
he's a lefty which surprises the outlaws some.
A memory in television history
He's famous mostly for his pistolry.
Although it is obvious that Ogden Nash is my poetry god, I think it's just best that I stopped writing verse long ago!