THREE CHOPPERS OVERHEAD

Someone as they exited said,

There are three choppers overhead…

Do cops have someone

Under the gun,

Or are we soon to be dead?

–

J.E.C.

THE FIRST DAY BACK

THE FIRST DAY BACK

Monday rolls around again,

Time for him to go back…

He wonders if he’ll make it through okay;

Will he say or will he do

Or make another crack…

Blowing his chances all away?

–

Thankfully, he gets inside,

Appearing at his post…

No one seems to notice what was fraught;

But he knows he is watched

By some, if not most…

To see if he will keep to what he ought.

–Jonathan Caswell

FROM TWO—ONE.

FROM TWO—ONE.

 

Today…recertification,

Our yearly education…

Someday we’ll be bright

And get it all right,

Not having mutual consternation.

–

We didn’t have the right forms,

It turned out a can of worms…

Irena printed

The stuff hinted

That we’d lost somewhere in storms*

–

I was able to, on the run,

Find the things to get the job done…

Between us two

My wife and I do

Manage when under the gun!

–

For what it is worth, we’re a team,

Together we’ve answered our dreams…

Not always as wished

But enough dished

Out to see God’s love streams.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

* storms…as in falling paper piles?  😦