Story Poems

Casey's Son

It soars through the air, slicing the wind.

Like a fired missile, the ball is hit. 

The runner treks to first, then to second,

But sighs as the ball lands in the fielder’s mitt.


Crossbones Demise

Of men and might are stories told,

Of swords and strength and silver and gold.

Our hearts delight and our spirits hold,

The stories for young and stories for old.


Tragedy at Sea

An ocean blue

The morning hue

The beauty of a beach.

 The wind swept sands

Where a jetty stands

But only white caps here to reach.



Upon the thrown in bliss,
With power, strength, and might.
King rules with hardened fist,
And never is contrite.