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Hippies


There were lots of hippies,

When I was a lad,

They talked about peace,

And they seemed kind of sad.


They hated this system,

Filled with its greed,

They warned that this world,

Will all people mislead.


“Live off the land,”

Is what they advised,

The simpler life,

They claimed was the prize.


But fifty years later,

I checked on their wares,

And wouldn’t you know,

They’re all billionaires.


On My Hammock


I lay in my hammock,

Swinging on a tree,

I’m here with my thoughts,

Alone, just me.


The sky blue and bright,

Just a lazy cloud or two,

The fresh soft grass beneath me,

Slightly damp with morning dew.


I hear the happy sounds,

Of neighborhood children at play,

Soon I’ll be inside,

But they’ll be out all day.


The birds scurry about,

Their presence in the sky,

I can’t help but marvel,

At their ability to fly.


And the sounds that they add,

A melody so sweet,

The songbirds sing,

And others just go “tweet.”


The air so sweet,

Leaves rustle in the wind,

The cool of the morning,

Caressing my fair skin.


I swing back and forth,

A slow gentle rock,

And of my many blessings,

I here take full stock,


The world may have its troubles,

Today those have not ceased,

But when I’m on my hammock,

My whole world is at peace.


I’m not a poet, but just this past year, between books, I began to write a few poems. Writing poetry is good for a writer, as it helps the writer to listen to the sounds, rhythms, and often rhymes of the words. Good writing is rhythmic writing, and even non-fiction writing can echo, to some degree, the sounds of poetry.

All material on this page Copyright David Klein, 2018

What is a Friend?


A smiling face,

A warm embrace,

A shoulder to bawl,

A random call.


To know you’re there,

To know you care,

A quiet walk,

Some aimless talk.


To share a laugh,

An occasional carafe,

A leisurely stroll,

A gentle soul.


An interest shared,

To tell me square,

To thoughts impart,

To pour my heart.


To feel my pain when I do bleed,

To be there in my time of need.


As I look back upon my days,

And I ponder all your ways,

If I could choose an ideal friend,

To you I would my hand extend.


The Mouse


I’m just a mouse,

A cute little fellow,

I can scare an elephant,

But I’m really quite mellow.


I don’t ask for much,

If you please,

Can you help me out,

With a small piece of cheese?