The cage

We are pacing in the cage doing the same mistakes all over again,all over again. Some learn, some don't. Copyright 2007 Marie Neumann Stephenville, Texas

Mary

What do you see when you can't sleep during the night? Whom do you see in the night? Is it a whole procession whispering to you from their graves? When you don't sleep crocheting the afghan for your family to keep them warm in the winter nights? Copyright 3/11/09 Pottsville, Marie Neumann

A looser

I am loosing money. I am loosing the things. I lost my wedding ring. I also lost a husband. I lost three jobs just last year. I sold a house for peanuts. Yes, in the sense, I lost it, too. I lost my neighbors (They went with the house). I lost the keys. I lost a dog. She was killed. I lost my friends - some. Some friends just do not mean to get lost. I am the looser. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann 3/2/09, Pottsville

A mouse

A mouse is looking for a hole in this big, huge, enormous piece of a cheese. She chews and chews, and gnaws, now and more. It doesn't matter how much she chews, she just can not find a hole. The mouse found a hole in that big, huge, enormous piece of cheese. Little brave mouse is now begging at the church door. Copyright 2008 Marie Neumann, Pottsville

The crow

One beautiful fall morning a crow flies over Palo Alto. Andy is looking out of his bedroom window. "Good morning, Mr. Hoysock", says the crow and flies away before Andy can say anything to her. The crow knows Andy. Copyright 2/12/2009 Palo Alto, Marie Neumann

Bouquet of roses

For little bouquet of wild roses we go to the war. For little bouquet of wild roses we die. Little bouquet of wild roses, my sweet gal, I love you. Copyright (c)Marie Neumann CZ 1961

Fire

Fire, oh my gosh, there is fire! Fire siren sounds almost every day. Firemen are running, firemen are driving as fast as they can. Burn down houses, burn down mine breakers, factories, restaurants and barns. People are homeless. Fire, oh my gosh, there is another fire! It was a chimney, something happened in the kitchen, it started in the attic, in the wall, it was an old electric wiring. It was an arson. The factory burned down. It was an arson. One hundred twenty four people lost their jobs. The company will relocate. Fire, oh my gosh, there is another fire! Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2/10/2009