Impressions of the old farm

by Marilou Suchar
November 9, 2015

The farm was old –
I stood, and mused
So many families
Was well used.

The barn was gone
So long ago
Just rocks remained
Of the further wall.

Small outer building
On the hill
Useless now
But stands there still.

Stumps were showing
Where once trees stood
Some were sold
Some burnt for wood.

The rock walls stand
Where fields were made
Marsh water glistened
In the glade.

It was built in 1880
For a farmer’s home
And his sweet
Young lady.

Still it stood
The test of time
One more family
This one mine.

She Can’t Remember
(to Katherine)

by Gary Haskell

She reaches out to me
with that same, sweet smile
Takes my hand and says, “It’s been a while.”
Though there’s a lot of pain.
I know she’s not to blame.
She can’t remember.

She’s been changing
for a couple of years.
We’ve watched her laughter
turn to tears.
As she stands in front of me,
It’s plain to see.
She can’t remember.

No, she can’t recall the nights,
we held each other tight,
as our bodies melded into one,
until we made another one.
She can’t remember.

We have to leave her here.
They’ve made it clear,
their care is best,
she needs the rest.
As we leave, we pray,
That someday,
She may, remember.

I am a veteran

by Gary L. Haskell

I am a veteran,
let me tell you what that means to me.
It means I made sacrifices,
to keep my country free.

It means I did many things,
I really did not want to do.
But, when I was given orders,
I would follow through.

It means I spent many nights
away from those who I love.
Let me live to see them once again
was my prayer to God above.

Yes, I made sacrifices,
but mine were very small.
When compared to the thousands,
who sacrificed their all.

It means I joined a fraternity
that existed for many years.
Truly a brotherhood,
of blood, sweat and tears.

I am a veteran
for that I take great pride.
some for things I did, but much more
of the heroes who have died.

Protecting this way of life.
where choices can be made.
We kept this the land of the free,
and we made it the home of the brave.

I AM A VETERAN!

by Mary R. Freeman

Of course, I like to eat –
I have three meals square –
Then I usually take naps –
“Like a hibernating bear!”

In spite of afternoon siestas –
I sleep soundly at night –
Before I even realize it –
The morning sun shines bright!

“This too shall pass” ­
Fits “The Situation” – we think –
Let’s put it all behind us –
Before we can blink!

We’ll go back to “Normal Living” –
Putting obstacles to rest –
Things are bound to get better –
I wish you all the best!

Sweet Dreams

by Marilou Suchar, Vassalboro

The gold, the red the shades of green, splash of fall colors, a brilliant scene.

It’s nippy, it’s cool – the breezes blow, It won’t be long ‘til winter’s snow.

The leaves come falling fluttering down, to spread out gingerly on the ground.

It’s not the time to moan and weep, it’s time to rest, to dream, to sleep.

The “Goddess Spring” will soon awake, and with her she will winter take.

“Spring” wakes up the leaves and flowers, and birds will sing for long, long hours.

Summer sun will dance and play, but in Maine it cannot stay.

Then, so soon again, to gold and red, the leaves will turn and go to bed.