LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth |
CAMP Words |
Away by Hiram Larew
If on some plover night Of you My could have beens alight Then feather find me In pretend With wavy starts and mights And if you sky Or if you cry And as I maybe be Salt sweet our ever in the once Fly waking next to me For I have wished Hard soft as moons And always perched in Spring I know how nothing's sure Just if But eyes like yours are wings. Lowly by Hiram Larew When I tell you my leg hurts What I'm saying is that I don't know much And when I eat poorly at dinner Just celery What I'm really doing is wanting some pink vacation Come on go with me If I look pale It's probably because The beans out front need weeding If I slip and stutter It's due to the mean streak in dogs Nothing has much to do With what is what Or how you make me feel except maybe Fish tails flapping in a bucket I shouldn't even try to explain What it's like right now When there's so little call to. Rodney Street Sunrise by Rod Nay Zombie beach house mates lumber across backyard deck caffeine mugs in hand. "Use your inside voice!" commands the one who talks the loudest of them all. Scott and Harry sleep later than the rest, as their honeymoon still glows. Later at the beach, Oscar paddles through the waves orange float retrieved. Restored Franklin car rumored once a chicken coup motors into town. Oscar rides up front doggie goggles shade his eyes like a movie star. Two stops to be made on Rehoboth Avenue: Bake Shoppe and news stand. Browse About's cashier adds a dog treat to the news, Oscar's overjoyed. Reading with the guys horoscopes and comic strips everyone's content. |
LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth, Vol. 17, No. 11 August 10, 2007 |