Wendell Smith
Candy Factory
The hills are bubbling a confection
poured to a pan cooled cut and eaten.
that has reached hard balled perfection
and is ready to be beaten
Now that the maples’ orange and crimson,
has been, by wind, whipped to ground;
now, as when penuchi nears completion
although its bubbles roil
and hold their breaths to linger,
now, a beech and oaken splendor
has these hills once more a-boil.
Yet, while these whose grandeur follows glory
may hold their sienna shapes for longer,
they too will soon be stripped
by late fall storms
which give the scene a final frosting
and leave these leaves
a winter long snow covered
where they become of earth
as they have been earth colored.
Become the earth
from which they’ll spring
again to summer salad green
and with light’s touch
start sugars synthesizing
out of thin air and water from roots rising;
then, following its swing
from equinox to zenith and return,
they’ll ripen under autumn’s Sun
that we may taste them in their season
feast our eyes and know our reason.
An Ode to Old Blue
All four wheels went round and round
You looked so sweet sitting on the ground
The bubble suction compass I bought with cash
fit so nicely on top of the dash
The Kraco eight track player played Barry Manilow
and those beefy Goodyear sneakers never got stuck in the snow
Bucket seats, three speed stick, that thundering two barrel six
It's amazing we never got any speeding tix
You were mine for ten years from 16 to 26
They were ten great years, memories full of kicks
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Contest #2. Write a clerihew (Edmund Clerihew Bentley, 1875-1956) about a well-known person (e.g., Presidential Candidate or High School teacher/Principal).
WINNER #2 (Presidential Candidate): Wendell Smith
I hear tell that Donald Trump
Has been braggin’ on the stump
How our horizons will seem to widen,
If we vote for him and not Joe Biden
Meanwhile, in rebuttal Joseph Biden
Claims he can make us seem safe, providin’
We don’t trade in our Democracy
For four years more of Don's hype-ocracy.