Category Archives: artistic endeavor

WHAT SAYS “NEW ENGLAND” ?

My model layout wanders it seems

Away from cherished themes…

What for you

Says “New England” too,

Beyond operational schemes?

 Does NISSEN BREAD,

MOXIE, barns red,

SPAGS and stores

With “colonial” decors,

Monuments to Revolutionary dead?

Dairies and granite quarries

In earlier days held stories…

Ice cream and views

Along the Turnpike count too,

And whaling ship stories!

Broad “a’s” in speech,

A Kennedy’s reach…

Where Plymouth Rock stays

And Sturbridge Village ways

Are preserved to history teach!

So for my small train set,

What industries are best…

Beverages and rock salt

Metals, food stuffs sought,

And historic touristy nests?

Gravel still travels by train,

Lumber and minerals same…

Environmental ire

Has dampened coal fired

Power plants, but garbage still flames!

A water-powered mill

And museum of trains fit the bill…

For small excursions

Of rich incursions into filling the local till!

Do you think I’ll have enough room,

I figure some things will die soon…

New England gives

And takes to live,

But survival cannot be assumed!

–Jonathan Caswell

JUSTIFYING MY “0-6-2”

An N scale “2-6-2”,

The lead set of wheels he blew…

Pictured once

An engine thus,

Converted to an “0-6-2.”

Most steam engines of this type,

In foreign fields are ripe…

In the U.S.

Mostly tank engines are left,

Them with tenders as hard to find as snipe!

Some may have come from Birmingham,

Alabama, a modified plan…

No evidence there—

Or up in the air—

The Internet doesn’t do well with “rare”.

He thinks Indiana coal fields,

Was where a real engine congealed…

Now he cannot find

The photo in mind,

Not finding a prototype, his mind reels!

Worse yet, he’s lost his model,

Was it sold or just took a toddle…

Somewhere below

All the other stuff so,

His research continues in high throttle!

–Jonathan Caswell

Google Image of a live steam model of a European designed 0-6-2 + tender,

produced by ROUNDHOUSE, makers of small scale live steam models.

JUMPING IN, TOO!

I might as well jump in,

Nordstrom’s committed the sin…

Admitting mud fake

Was part of the take,

More chemicals we’re dipped in???

–Jonathan Caswell

FASHION POET—REALLY??

Oh yeah…poet’s impacted…

When he is easily distracted,

But we aren’t flat

(mine’s belly fat)…

My proof is the way I’ve acted.

Fabric pattern and style,

These things I learn about and smile…

Think just me

Appreciatively,

Notices postured guile?

It’s nice that people share,

Comfortable with who’s there…

Gentlemen exist–

A few they may have missed–

A challenge in writing I bear!

–Jonathan Caswell

OLDER FOLK FASHION

Sixty-one years of age,

Miniskirts are hardly the rage…

Fabric and patterns

Covering matters,

Loose-fitting generally sage.

The Missus would make her own,

Doing the work at home…

A sewing machine

Her kind of dream,

Making new clothes to put on!

Being somewhat stout,

She has to figure out…

Where the waist

And shoulder placed,

Confirms her beauty throughout.

Sad to see her fail,

I can’t help with detail…

Her machine sits idle–

Activities vital

She’s fearful she cannot prevail.

Catalogs give a hint

Of what twinkles her squint…

I shop there–

For things she can wear–

Though at times it costs a mint!

–Jonathan Caswell

HE’S BA-A-A-A-CK!

He’s back to the hurly and burley,

Alone with his thoughts going squirrelly…

Kind folk did

Come to where he hid,

But retirement was too early!

He won’t go away,

Unless the Rapture’s today!

He misses the crowd

And shouting out loud,

To let folks hear what he’ll say!

Great cheers to the eighteen or so,

Visiting a blog readership low…

He’ll keep you informed–

His heart truly warmed–

For support you chose  to bestow.

Broken promises forgotten,

Being put off felt rotten…

Of you very few

I’m beholden to you,

For in compassion you were stopping!

–Jonathan Caswell

KNOWS WHAT TO POSE!

Young ones tend to learn fast,

How to an impression last…

How to pose hips

With smiling lips,

To garner attention fast!

So often a little tilt

Will a man’s heart wilt…

Practised form

Impressions warm,

Attraction or sudden guilt.

For her man behind the lens,

She makes attractive bends…

Not for me–

For marriage sanctity–

She flirts with him for love’s ends!

–Jonathan Caswell