Tom Sawyer

Tom Sawyer would be proud

Of the curiosity he shows

His wonder and discovery

A small rock he throws

Standing an looking

He thinks once more,

To collect another rock and

throws off to distant shore.

Dedicated to my Grandson

© CMM 2020

Lost Pen

“There you are,” having fallen into helplessness,


lost in the pile of life’s debri.

I pick you up, dust you off,

dear old friend,

but don’t leave again…

I smile down at my long lost pen.

copyrighted: CMM August 2010

Aliens for Breakfast

The world of books
takes little boys
to know the
imaginary world.

impossible, and all magical
sits down to
play in pretend worlds.

copyright: CMM 2000


Reading aloud, then silent we read,
seeking the wisdom of writers indeed.

All through our history we recorded in verse,
and later share and later rehearse.

All of the philosophy, and all of the rhyme,
that is given to us all throughout time.

Even as we mount the books on the floor,
the information we read, we begin to store.

We look for more wisdom, more stories, more plots,
we continue to read and to write the ‘have nots.’

For as long as we think and as long as we muse,
we will continue to read of life to be amused.

The understanding of ages and scholars and such,
as they reach for us in books and continue to touch.

The core of our being, the mind and the senses,
breaking down walls and removing the fences.

These writers and poets and philosophers too,
will continue to be there for me and for you.

What keeps us apart will join us together,
will lighten our load, as we stack and we gather.

So the next time you pick up a novel or mystery,
remember that this will go throughout history.

of sharing and caring and quoting the said,
and reading to little ones while still in their bed.

Copyrighted: 2002 CMM