NIGHT SIGHTS

NIGHT SIGHTS

Roger A. Davis

My favorite, a shooting star
This wins by far
Some make a wish when seeing
Others say it’s the birth of a human being

Waxing, waning of the moon
Accompanied by a coyote’s tune
When it’s in full glow
It is quite a show

Comets are okay
Not much movement each day
Moons, stars and planets in constellations
Discoveries are scientific sensations

Sighting of satellites
A common thing most nights
Jets heading to their destinations
I wonder what are the passengers’ final locations

Most of these sights have been for all civilizations
A source of many revelations
Yet, for me
Just another wonderful part of His Glory

LABORS OF LOVE

LABORS OF LOVE

Roger A. Davis

I've heard some would do their jobs for free
They have found that their careers fit them to a tee
Others go to work to pay the bills
Caring for their families from life’s ills

Labors of love are not always pleasant to do
Like taking care of your child with the flu
Or cleaning up your puppy’s mess
A chore I dread, I confess

Many have hobbies they treasure
Like sports with extreme pleasure
Think of the Olympians’ dedication
Years of training and preparation

The greatest example of the title above
Is Jesus, shown in God’s love
His spirit will guide you every day
In your service to mankind of even in your play

HOT TIME IN THE SITTY

HOT TIME IN THE SITTY

Roger A. Davis

At the start of summer, no A/C in the school
Thought I could get by, fans for cool
Sat, watched TV
Back of neck gritty

Sweat, 92 in the room
Then the car A/C met its doom
Followed by TV on the blink
Going to have to spend some money, I think

Car goes to the shop today
Yesterday, for a used A/C I did pay
Woke up this morn cold to the bone
Yet you will not hear me moan

Next project, acquire a TV
Go into debt for an HD?
Because the Olympics are coming to NBC
August Special: A/C, HD TV and little old me

SELLING DWELLINGS

SELLING DWELLINGS

Roger A. Davis

Sign says, 'HOUSE FOR SALE'
Driving by, I wonder, what’s the tale?
A new job, a new place
Foreclosure, is that the case?

Is it a buyer’s market or seller’s?
Whichever, it’s good for those realtor fellers
Commissions either way
Could sell it yourself to avoid the pay

Only two homes we purchased were schools
And they fixed them up with their own tools
We did some renovation
Making it a more homey accommodation

Thought about selling Peggy’s dream home
About getting a smaller place with a yard gnome
Move closer to my son to save on gas
But this idea, I’ll probably let pass

No longer the Eden Prairie prose bard
For my readers, this would be hard
You know I like to jest
And open my heart for y’all to be my guest

TRASH

TRASH CANS

Roger A. Davis

One used to be able to burn the stuff
In an old 50 gallon barrel, puff, puff
It was such a fun treat
Especially on a winter’s day, the heat

People now sort paper, plastic and glass
I put all mine in a Glad sack and let it pass
It’s my favorite chore
Unless I snag it and it gets tore

I used to haul mine directly to the landfill
They closed that one; it’s just a giant hill
My grandpa and I liked to explore
You could haul home, less or more

Oh what treasures one did find
To a boy, antique rarities, one of a kind
Papa Grace picked up useful parts
He’d make things, like two-wheel carts

Those days are gone, two curbside bins
One red, the other pinkish, size-wise twins
A big truck dumps them once a week
Yet my boyish heart would still like a peek