Thanksgiving Day

Thanksgiving Day

Pumpkins, autumn leaves adorn,
Woolen socks and sweaters worn,
Cats entwined around you sit,
Logs within the fireplace lit.

A time remembered; parent’s home,
As toward the hearth your heart would roam,
Cares just seemed to melt away,
At rest upon Thanksgiving Day.

And now we gather, shop and store,
To bake the pies and rolls once more,
This treasured time is oh, so near,
Of holding close your family dear.

Peter Lowell Paulson
November 21, 2012

Anticipation

Anticipation

Mere days before grandchild is born,
Soon ‘til be a birthday morn,
Excitement in our heart we keep,
Grandma finds it hard to sleep!

Peter Lowell Paulson
November 17, 2012

Pursuit of Happiness – Sonnet XXI

Pursuit of Happiness – Sonnet XXI


Are we a nation torn anew?
Such hateful taunts we all abhor,
A colored map of red and blue,
Defining now our civil war?
With later ads of violence,
Could we not sense or obviate,
True want of work or recompense,
How can we steer our ship of state?
It’s time to look at those we love,
Across this deep divided sea,
Yes, look for guidance up above!
A family we wish to be,
To work, and strive through all duress,
In our pursuit of happiness.


Peter Lowell Paulson
November 13, 2012

S'mores

 

 

S’mores

  

Marshmallows on fingered fire,
Brown there skin toward our desire,
Thin chocolate that’s sure to please,
And, ‘tween two squares of Graham we squeeze.
 

Mooshy, smooshy; warmed just right,
The chocolate melts; we take a bite,
Munchy, crunchy; soft and sweet,
Fantastical this oozy treat!
 

Who thought of this; who took the dare?
Creating this campfire fare-
Was genius, and we all adore,
That you would name this treat “S’more”!

 

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
November 5, 2012