The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current, December 04, 1972, Page PAGE 9, Image 9
Pawnee City Poems J tT va If. this last poor kiss the small white bandstand on the courthouse square screams in hopping leaves and flapping flaking paint "I am dying, Egypt, dying" etcetera V " drove down to Kansas for dinner gram&grandad bon&jim family and me had hamburger steak and creme de menthe sundaes that's gone now on the way back the slate hiway the headlights caught fireflies made the cornfields explode thousandfold World War II small town America my father's adolescent fantasies dusty roads fishing gram heavy in the kitchen freckles' cold nose and warm eyes grown old as I was born, cut adrift, children gone trips down frightened me as a child, ichabod crane flights headlong from headless fields . into the dark old farm town a warp of flame, fire like strawberry wine, could take the tinder town. It could be no less gone. Scott Stewart photo by Dan Ladely ' ''- ijwi'a lit Hi u ''..V r'r I r I $ if ' , I li I ' " ' '.'" J X.. " J:,7 ' i: If 1,1 ----- .f ft - . .f Vr ' ' '-"fa 1 . ;""''"'':; Snow Silence slowly smothers cinders Neither noise nor nothing' known Objects onward; offers, honors Where were we, wandering one? n,- ., photo by Mont Garlach To fill the void with something With something I have toyed ' Complete could mean but one thing To fill the void with void Robert Brehm '. - s ft .- ' 0- x 0 I n .i 1 s It makes no difference where I go There's just one thing that won't go slow-my mouth Should I slip or fall on either ice or the snow Never fails there's disgust and it hollers "Oh no"-my mouth The dictionary explains such words as poise Evidently it remembers more about noise-my mouth There are just a few who can always be quiet The look I receive says "Why don't you tie it"-my mouth I guess it does travel when it really should stop I've been told it's speedier than any top-my mouth All our sports are such fun year after year I'd never deny it to stand up and cheer-my mouth At times I feel it's been unfairly blamed But again I know it should have been tamed-my mouth There is a day coming with no more to be said And I know you can guess it has to be dead-my mouth -Phyllis Fosbender J monday, december 4, 1972 daily nebraskan page 9 4k- 4.4. . 4k 44, --4KA,Jj,4k,. .