burdik

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/22/sports/baseball/baseball-card-collecting-was-lifes-work-for-jefferson-burdick.html

sunset in michigan

the sun set all over michigan for it was time for bed. it was time for the little children to go to bed. for the children saw the sun set they saw it say good by, they saw every little thing. now that you now its time to say good by.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               john [last name]                                                                march 6 2015                                                                                  

the goose

The goose met the moose  who laughed at him .

 the goosey got angry  and he said  to lucy, that Moosey laughed at me.then he went to the pond, the goose met the cat that lived oh so far away in the Barn.who said  with a smile,

  hello , how are  you today.would you like to play, for i will gone be on The morrow , to Germany and France , so will you come to Europe with me. for we will have so Much fun, you and me will  be spoiled

,so come with me or we will be late.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             by  [name]                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         march 6 2015

Poem for 2nd day of Advent

John

John can't whistle.

But he can whistle
like a thistle.

A thistle can't whistle.

And so can't he.

Huh?

What did you just say?
Oh, you said "gravy."

What, you said, "navy"?
Are you sure that's what you said?

Hey, where did you go?
Oh, you're back.

I want my nap now.
I'm going to bed.  Bye.

Poems by John

Death

Unto you your last friend
Will be death itself.

But unto you when you wake
You might find another friend.

But if not, what you have met
Is your misfortune.


Day After Day

The sun works twelve long hours.
And then he goes back home.

And Mr. Moon then will take the job over.
He works twelve long hours.

Then, when it ends, in the great collision
They will retire and sleep without an end.


Homesick

Where is my house?
Why am I here?
Where am I?

Why did I do this?
Where is my home?
How far away?

I want to know this, sometime soon.

Poetry, Etc.

John was climbing up the windshield and on top of the car.

"Look at how bold John is, Sarah."

"Daddy, I'm not bald, you're bald."

***

We were driving to the library in the late afternoon.

"Daddy, the sun is the eye of death."

***

"It looks like Christmas, Daddy."

"Why do you say that, John?"

"Because I like to."