Olmsted Point 9-17-99: A Poem

August 4th, 2010 Author: Steven

“Olmsted Point” 9-17-99

Rolling hills of solid granite
Stretch before me.

Pieces of polish left from the glacial past
Glow in the afternoon sun.

I walk these ancient pavements of stone
Photographing their beauty and
Reviling in the radiance of their spirit.

A small man, in a large landscape,
Held tightly in the arms of his mountain home.

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‘Ol Fisherman Poems, (Thoughts of Dad)

August 3rd, 2009 Author: Steven

The other night, after Lynne had gone to bed, I was sitting on the couch watching the Brewers lose again when my thoughts turned to Dad. We have a picture sitting on the stereo that I took of Mom and Dad while they were fishing. They are dressed in their waders and have on their fishing vest and hats, Mr and Mrs ‘Ol Fisherman :-)

Looking at this picture got me to thinking about Dad and fishing and all of the wonderful times we had while fishing. In my mind I saw Dad there at the lake and the river. I could see the look on his face and hear his voice as it rang out across the water. These four little ‘Ol Fisherman poems are the result of those thoughts.

The ‘Ol Fisherman stands
Scanning the water before him
Searching with wise eyes
For that elusive trout

Wise in the ways of the trout
The ‘Ol Fishman drifts his fly
In front of it’s snout

The river meanders
A fish jumps
The ‘Ol Fisherman stands
Patiently waiting

With a smile on his face that’s wider than mine
The ‘Ol Fisherman stands at my side
Netting my catch

More Little Pieces of Soul

July 20th, 2009 Author: Steven

I thought I’d lighten the mood here a little tonight by offering a few more of my “Little Pieces of Soul” poems to you. These have all been recently written. I have quite a creative spark going right now.

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Tiny golden lights
Flash in the summertime night
Fireflies all around

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White sails gliding across emerald water
Peaceful reminders of all that’s good

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Sun sets pretty in the west
Clouds in east prettier still
In between I silently sit in awe

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3 am lightning flash thunder crash
Awakened from a deep sleep
Soothing rain brings dreams again
Then FLASH CRASH
No sleep tonight it seems

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Surrounded by memories of the past
I stride forward into the future
While tiptoeing through the present

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A Few Poems

July 15th, 2009 Author: Steven

I’ve started writing some poems again. Nothing big and fancy yet, but instead what I like to call “little pieces of my soul”. They’re small poems that come to me out of nowhere in a moment of inspiration. I’ve also been playing around with some Haiku. Here’s a few of my newest poems.

Evening light shining
Cardinal singing in his tree
I relax within

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Fiery clouds ignited by the days last light
Oh how I wish I could wrap in their warmth tonight

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Swirling melodies
Of vibrant sound
Swimming around my head
Ah the Grateful Dead

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Laying within the embrace of the oak tree’s shade
A blissful retreat from the summer sun’s heat

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