Based on a poem about life in transition from one generation to another, by Dr. Walter Lathrop

This senior Eagle Scout, his only thoughts were of, Sturgeon,Salmon and Trout. Breathing sawdust this cabinet maker, took the task to perfection, forever a giver never a taker. He rose at dawn...

Gawain gives the squire one last task.

i I wish this baby, flannel, oatmeal, bells, Balloons a kite, a bike, a cat, a phone . I wish her tryouts, outfits, ocean swells And dances, love notes, babies of her own. But dare I wish...

I have to brush and floss and clip each nail, take aspirin, vitamins to ward off ills, clear gutters, flip the mattress, sort my mail. I can't forget to pay the rent and bills. It's time...

We shoved off. I took starboard, you took port and rudder, I the jib. The rising sail puffs proudly, slackens then inhales in sport. Will we have shifting gusts or calm or gale? Above the...

I can't forgive myself for feeling trapped. Resentments grow. This isn't what I planned. My faith begins to fade. I can't adapt. I slither off from where I used to stand. My old convictions...

Night gazer, see the works that fill the skies. Each orb was placed there by some humble hand. Yet even while their brilliance mystifies, you wonder what each wise creator planned. Above...