This Morning Bright and Fair

039To stop and see

Reader delight of wisdom

In Plains so black, morning

Temperance into singing

I bless this day, remove

My doubt, my day has gone

My sight restored,  my day shall

Arise in this sun, this Sunday

Sing notes of Hymns, receiving

God, every dew stripped August

Frozen blade of Grass, mown for winter

Feed, cattle down my road

Highway 38. Sunshine Grocery

Charges more than our convenience

Store, old Merlin, our owner there,

Says he’ll not retire, constructs

New produce bins to house

His apples crisp and fair, charged

Twice as much as Walmart pink

Ladies, but produce at the discount

Store Sits untouched in open air


For days on end, relinquished

Bananas turned black for bread

Instead of Merlins graceful

Fruit, Delmonty, Green Giant

Best Choice; all brands at Merlin’s small

Selection; his store bright, swept

By West Central High School boys

Checked foods by girls young, fair

As apples, they check in modern

Cleanliness, so Marjorie my pearl

Buys her food for weekly consumption

From Merlins Sunday Best


While his confidence in young

Residents, ever voting in their age

Grow up without indifferent to Trumps

Latest illegal move to kill freedom

For his desire to exploit farmers;

Our Beauty, National Parks fire ravaged

As he still denounces Global dangers

From Hydrogen bombs in rouge

Nations are undone by China, haste

To dominate my Sunday morning

My church freedoms, my free elections

Which Trump shall fix to bring power

From Russian dominance and set us

Our world asunder, without this wisdom

In the Plains, our sweet spot

Of agriculture which this president.


He prepares to buy off farmers

With national debt, Merlin’s Sunshine,

This store may collapse as we gather

With Trogen taxes gone wild in three

To seven years, Trump collects his mad

Power schemes to keep High School

Fair students in a dark classroom

When parents, and neighbors band

Together to strengthen schools with

Teacher pay, equipment to denounce

Korean, Chinese and Russian tyrants


My daughter at 29, seeks to undermine

Plans with her Ph.D. in languages

Sought to understand Asian

Japanese, Korean, Chinese

Books, works of literature to translate

So apples at a small grocery, from local

Farmers, soy flour, winter wheat products

Our ability to feed the world, this with

Voting, history books, High School

Students regain dignity, respect of technical

Educations to dispose of this Tyranny

Make strong government at local

Pride; religion, press, speech all free

In rights guaranteed, not Fake News


As wacky claims imprisoning those

Political freedoms exercise, to vote

Against immoral codes, behavior stink

Exploiting those of color of our

National graces; I bless this day,

Remove my doubt, my High School

Friends will mature, outguess

Prices fixed prices in Merlin’s store

To buy at General local discounts

Like my father, my friend finally

Getting it, and giving to his great

Grandson, education, dollars to pursue

Knowledge, wisdom, and balloting

For freedom’s ring, as he helped

My daughter; she found her path

Which fights with each publication,

Renouncing Chinese, and Russian

Demands, and world domination

To help two children understand free

Principles, our Bill of Rights, father’s legacy.


Published by elgwynone

I was a University and community college instructor before retiring. I also worked in fast food restaurants, and retail stores. I am an ordinary man writing for because I want to write and because my education prepared me to write; BA English lit, MA English, EdS higher education, and MFA creative writing, free verse poetry and essays. Blogs are an answer to high-priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to self-publish his first 1000 copies of the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass because in 1855 poetry did not sell. Most poets make a living in other ways than writing. Wallace Stevens was an insurance executive, and TS Eliot was a banker. Many writers teach, and always there have been writers who have written because they needed to express their thoughts and feelings. They wrote not necessarily to make money but to express "the old universal truths of the human heart" according to Faulkner. Here I reach a wider audience I missed than by self-publishing, and I stand a better chance to reach a wider audience for less expense than self-publishing. I self-published my first books, Winter from Spring, and Meditations on Gratitude; poetry and photo books which were easier to self-publish than to seek a not to seek a publisher company. This blog allows me to write for an interested audience because I write poetry and personal essays. I write for a friendly audience and present to you a slice of my writing. Perhaps you will enjoy what you read.

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