Recipe for Success

If, at first, you don't succeed,
take a break to sit and read.
If there's naught to read in sight,
tap your keyboard, start to write.
If there's naught to write about,
grab your coat and just go out.
Take a walk beneath the sky.
See what's there and then ask why.
Now you've got a thing to write.
But, to get a true insight,
you will find you have the need
to crack some books and start to read.
Having learned, you'll then possess
all that's needed for success.


Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.

First Two Winters

Our eight by thirty-eight Nashua trailer,
had a heater fed by gas bought in
pressure tanks that tended to run dry
on the coldest night of the Kansas year.

Our 1960 Olds Batmobile had bad shocks
and a battery we had to bring
inside on winter nights, setting it
beside the heater to be warmer than us.

Christmas decorations were six tiny, gold,
plastic angels purchased at the drug store,
strung on thread, and hung on the wall, so festive.
We were so poor. We were so happy.

Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.