Tuesday, July 16, 2019

The Shower


The Shower

Sometimes my wife will say,
No shower for her today,
She’ll state with no regret,
“I’d rather not get wet”.

Now, that’s my favorite part,
I simply love the start,
That column of warm rain,
From head to feet on drain.

When I was just a boy,
Four brothers would annoy,
My mother made a fuss,
One minute shower for us!

That’s right; just sixty secs,
And, how it did perplex,
It made our Mom quite proud,
She had us count out loud.

Oh, waste was one concern,
(Warm water for her turn),
But, bless her heart she’s through,
One minute shower, too.

All grown and rather free,
A daily shower spree,
And, now that I’m the man,
Two minutes ‘cause I can!

Peter Lowell Paulson
July 16, 2019

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Summer Flowers




Summer Flowers

A flower fed within its folds,
It blazes in the summer sun,
And, through the heat its head it holds,
Its season fully on the run.

Each parting petal lays upon,
As casting shadow far beneath,
With myriad partners colors don,
Their beauty for the eye bequeath.

Unto the world its rapture brings,
As God, with goodness, smiles above,
With every hope all nature sings,
A full and flower’ng wondrous love.

Peter Lowell Paulson
July 11, 2019