Two Poems
After the Fun
The fun-
eral over,
I took my mother's life
to Goodwill in black plastic bags -
No fun
Yarmouth Man Can’t Save 240-year-old Elm
(A Found Pantoum Quoting Bangor Daily News and The Forecaster)
Herbie was standing when Maine was Massachusetts.
Acclaimed as the oldest and tallest elm in New England,
for half a century, Frank Knight, 101, carefully nursed the tree.
It’s his time now, and soon it will be mine.
Acclaimed as the oldest and tallest elm in New England,
Frank is realistic, knows like us, trees are mortal.
It’s his time now, and soon it will be mine.
Falling snow shrouds the neighborhood in a blanket of white.
Frank is realistic, knows that like us, trees are mortal.
Don’t grieve when I go, just be glad I could do what I did while I was here.
Falling snow shrouds the neighborhood in a blanket of white.
Mother Nature has the final say.
Don’t grieve when I go, just be glad I could do what I did while I was here.
Herbie was standing when Maine was Massachusetts.
Mother Nature has the final say.
For half a century, Frank Knight, 101, carefully nursed the tree.
—Joan Wiese Johannes, Port Edwards, WI
