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
