Category Archives: Caswell limrick poetry

DON’T WORRY–TRUST THE LORD GOD!

Oh Soul, why do you fear?

The Lord, your Savior is near…

Encouraging with

His word you shall live,

What the Spirit says through His Bible…do you hear?

–Jonathan Caswell

NO SURPRISES

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Birthday cards received none,

Hardly anyone…

From family or friends

Justified ends,

He’s driven away every one?

(A recurring theme poem.)

High School folks pushed away

Ignored to this day…

He drove out

Anyone stout

Enough to stay!

Family’s been ignored,

Conflicts are left unrestored…

Gave up trying

And no use crying

About what went by the board.

Doesn’t keep good friends long,

Never opening up for long…

Self-inflicted

And indicted

Guilt without association!

Restored connections who,

Are from his past, very few…

Sees what he’s done–

It’s no fun–

Not much now can he do.(?)

–j.e.c.

MUMFORD FOR REAL

The mighty Mumford’s appeal

Is that this river is real…

From cedar tree swamps

Past summer camps,

And ponds where fishermen  creel!

Conjoined, two different creeks,

Wander through back yards and sneaks…

Hardly impressive

Peaceful not restive,

Over waterfalls it speaks.

Riedell (“riddle”) brook merges

Into the Mumford which urges…

Water to flow

Far down below,

Down through mill ponds turbid.

Through Uxbridge it parallels,

The Blackstone River it swells…

In South Uxbridge reeds

The merging succeeds,

Complete with cleaned-up river smells.

When paralleling Blackstone,

It makes the old canal its own…

Flowing through locks

Stripped of big rocks,

History courses along.

–Jonathan Caswell

AMERICAN FLAG DAY—JUNE 14TH, 2015

AMERICAN FLAG DAY–JUNE 14TH, 2015

Flag Day is today—

Have you put on your display?

In the window is cute

But a bathing suit

Let’s all the guys “HOORAY!”

Em bodied American pride

Is best when it is eyed…

In the breeze

Waving with ease,

Leaves some of us tongue-tied.

A new handkerchief of the flag

I have, not for a snot rag…

At least not today

Lest someone should say

I belong in a well-tied bag!

So much of this country has crocked,

But immigrants here still stop

Frantic rowing–

We’re the best thing going–

Even though our own people have mocked!

Put out our Grand Old Flag–

NOT in a garbage bag–

Fly it proudly

Maybe we’ll see

Our reversing fortunes un-sag.

–Jonathan Caswell