The streetlamps

A walker crosses town square. His footsteps crunch in the snow in the coming darkness. The first streetlamp is turning on. "Good evening, I give order to the world." The second streetlamp goes on. "I take away chaos." The third streetlamp says: "I chase away the darkness and the shadows." The forth streetlamp declares: "I keep off the thieves, robbers and night prowlers." The fifth streetlamp is dancing in its circle. The sixth streetlamp on the corner points out: "You are almost home." The light above the door says: "Clean your shoes before you enter." Copyright 3/2009, Sch. Haven, Marie Neumann Edited by Becky White, Reference Librarian

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