sea cucumber

Setting out to catch some fish
I needed something for the main dish.
I outfitted my line with the latest rig
hoping to catch something rather big.

A nice fat salmon from the lake,
was what I wanted to take
for dinner tonight would be a fryin’
and the hosts’ tale wouldn’t be lyin’.

As my mind began to wander,
on delightful foods to ponder,
I felt a bite on my line
Oh yes, that salmon will be mine.

I tugged and pulled every which way
muttering aloud for it to sway
till finally, the sea let go of its treasure
how big was this fish, I would measure.

My line burst from the water, up toward the sky
my stomach lurched and I felt like I was gonna die
as I gave my prize a long hard look
’twas not a salmon on my hook!

Staring hard at this ugly mound
I could not bring this homeward bound.
For what I snagged from its aquatic slumber
was but an ugly sea cucumber!


Cemetery (Acrostic)


Chalk like headstones cast long

Even shadows across my feet as the sun

Moves toward dusk.

Eerie sounds seem to follow me as I walk

Toward the mausoleum.

Entering  into the crypt, a cold chill

Reminds me that I am not alone. These

Yearly trips pay homage to my death long ago.