Chasing Down Lincoln Highway
A book of poems
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Horizon
The horizon is not a straight line.
It does not run parallel.
It is not on the horizontal.
No, the horizon is a circle
And the radius is defined
By the limit of our vision.
We are the center.
In the middle of the ocean,
On deck early when no one else is around,
We can raise our arms
And spin like a 78 rpm record,
Around and around and around
And we are the center of the universe.
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About the Book
Dr. Galston said, “You should write a book.” I said, “If
no one listens to me, why would they read my book?” But, he gave me the
idea. I could write a book of poems - my ideas and thoughts and
observations and reflections; the things I feel and those I have felt
for a long time; my philosophy, my analyses, and my conclusions; and, a
little make-believe.
A book of short poems with simple titles like: Regrets,
Love, Life, Elijah Gray, Secrets, Winter, When I Am Old, Constance
Freeway, South Rim, and, of course, Chasing Down Lincoln Highway. Why
not, when no one’s going to read it?
About the Author
I am a beginner poet from the Midwest. I was
born in Chicago in 1943. I have a Master's Degree in American
Literature and I was a computer programmer for 30 years. I began
writing poetry in earnest after my wife died and I had fallen in love,
again. As of this writing, that was five years ago.
I write in a colloquial style, blank verse, some
rhyme. My role model is Carl Sandburg's early, "Chicago Poems;" not,
"Chicago," but the shorter, personal poems: "Fish Crier" and "Fence;"
"Fog" and "Mag" and "Happiness." I like his dramatic endings. These
poems all come to a close.
I like to read words and to write words that flow
together, that are pleasant to recite and easy on the tongue. Most of
my poems tell a story. The stories, of course, are all
autobiographical. I write some fantasy, some make-believe. All of my
poetry comes from my heart and some is from laughter and some is from
tears. I always try to entertain.