Posted in Humor, Limericks, My Poems, tagged accident, bard on the hill, death, Dennis Lange, driving too fast, humour, hundred miles per hour, increase speed, limericks, ninety, poems, poetry, reckless driving, safety issue, Speeding Toward An Exit on March 11, 2015| 6 Comments »
……..Speeding Toward An Exit
At ninety, there was a slight shimmer.
One hundred – I felt a strong tremor.
…I increased my speed,
…Which made my nose bleed.
And prospects for life were much grimmer.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
Posted in My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, fog, heroic couplets, poems, poetry, rhyme, rhythm, safety issue, shroud she breathed, smoking in bed, sole concern, The River Smokes, visibility on March 1, 2015| 1 Comment »
……………The River Smokes
About this safety issue, much is said,
But still the river sometimes smokes in bed.
And on those mornings when we wake to see
The shroud she breathed, alarmed we should not be
for her.
……………For all around are drenched, and burn
she’ll not.
……………Our safety is the sole concern.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
The Bard on the Hill