Doe nibbled at the
sea of alfalfa while I
ate my egg salad.
Bruce Stambaugh
August 25, 2011
Tag: poem
Aviary gleaning
Swallows encircle
the farmer and his mower,
a whirling harvest.
Bruce Stambaugh
July 30, 2011
Flower forecasting
When the French lilacs
start to bloom in Ohio
frost is a good bet.
Bruce Stambaugh
May 3, 2011
A mess of morels
It was quite the haul.
I found the first mushroom and
my son the other.
Bruce Stambaugh
April 29, 2011
The politics of Jesus
Notice that Jesus
rode a donkey, not an elephant,
into and out of his earthly life.
Bruce Stambaugh
April 13, 2011
Wayne on Wayne
My wife and I
stayed in a bed and breakfast
in Waynesboro on Wayne St.,
and the owner’s name was Wayne.
I couldn’t, no I wouldn’t make this up.
Bruce Stambaugh
March 29, 2011
Supermoon haiku
Don’t miss the big, bright
Supermoon tonight at dusk
rising in the east.
Bruce Stambaugh
March 19, 2011
Pi Day 2011
Tonight, just above the horizon
in the western sky
less than an hour after sunset,
planets Jupiter and Mercury
are only a piece of pie apart.
Bruce Stambaugh
March 14, 2011
Cancerous haiku
Is prostate cancer
appropriate for haiku,
and is it for me?
Bruce Stambaugh
March 11, 2011
Amish Super Bowl Haiku
Super Bowl Sunday
neighborhood Amish youth hold
an evening hymn sing.
Bruce Stambaugh
Feb. 6, 2011
Roadkill Crossing 
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