THE YEARS SLIP BY LIKE DAYS


 I looked at my old heroes 
 Wanted them to be my friends
 See things as I do, in
 my own unique way
  
 That ends when
 I make my discovery and
 sorry too, that I’m alone, but
 I think they’ll stop by to see me
 throw in their two cents
 How could I be so wrong?
  
 Now I know I must move on
 Act out my dreams alone
 The ones I admired so
 have lives of their own
  
 I can no longer ask them for
 their measured words of wisdom
 Years pass by too quickly
 They, of course, slow down and
 cannot come to see all of
 the things I have done
  
 I want to cry out:
 “I did this for you,
 wanted to make you proud.
 Your inspiration,
 I still hold true”, but
 crying will never do
  
 No, they never came
 The way of time at work
 I decide it didn’t matter
 My hours are precious, too
  
 How much did I neglect?
 I’ll think of this as years go by
 when I sit alone
 My dreams, my deeds
 and my honors
 all gone
  
 Steve Haarman
 August 11, 2014 ^
  

INDIAN SUMMER


 Four weeks left of fall
 Then the dread of winter
 Something here is missing
 I think it is Indian summer
  
 Nearly every year
 About this time
 Temperatures soar, surprising us
 For a few days we’re doing fine
  
 Finish all the late fall chores
 Wash windows, polish floors
 Rake the leaves, burn them
 Winter decorations put up
  
 Suddenly it is over
 We have had our days
 Weather returns to normal
 We get ready for the freeze
  
 Thankful for late summer weather
 But wishing it was still warmer
 Just about caught up on things
 Yes, we love Indian summer
  
 Stanski
 November 23, 2017 ^

WHAT ABOUT US


 The city of Morton lies in 
 a valley in Washington State.  
 The Cowlitz Indians lived there first 
 along the Cowlitz River.  
 No one is saying if anyone 
 lived there before them, but 
 the Cowlitz could look back later and 
 wonder what happened to them.  
 They hunted the area where 
 the pioneers came to live.  
 They were there when
 the Northern Pacific Railroad 
 obtained part of their land.  
 The Iron Horse – what is this all about?  
 The swamps are drained.  
 Now what do we do for our willow and 
 Service-berry shrubs.  
 How will we make our baskets?
 How will we hunt?  
 Baskets were also made with bear grass, 
 cedar root, horsetail root and cedar bark.  
 They saw the settlers farm their land and 
 later must have wondered what was happening 
 when the trappers came and trapped for 
 the beaver, mink and muskrats to sell to 
 the Hudson Bay Company, which bought furs.  
 They must have known that it was all over for them 
 when the government through the Homestead Act 
 brought many people to the area for “government land”.  
 The Indians moved around the area and 
 eventually were given recognition and a reservation.  
 The missionaries were there, too, 
 assuring them that things would be alright.  
 They may have been gentle people, but 
 still in all how could they not wonder 
 when will this all end.
  
 Stanski
 February 10, 2015 ^

THE TRUTH AGAIN


 In speaking of the President, 
 many leftists – you know, 
 the ones running 
 the Blue States, 
 the bankrupt cities 
 with homeless populations, 
 and everything that goes with them – 
 call the man uncouth and 
 also a liar and racist.
  
 That is all they have, 
 no ideas for sure, 
 just accusations with 
 faith that they are true.
 They have a hope 
 in truthful education.
  
 That would be ideal.
 Just remove liberal professors 
 from schools and universities.
 The constitution then 
 would not have to be worried about 
 as if it were in the first place 
  
 These liberals are apprehensive
 about the country’s soul 
 as they read their
 “Fifty Shades of Grey”
  
 Stanski
 November 6, 2019 ^
  
  

WE THE DEPLORABLE



 I like the truth
 But lies and attacks
 are food for the frenzied, 
 who despise goodness, 
 accomplishments and leadership, 
 which has had unbelievable results
  
 Outrage and hate exist
 because of change and 
 actually getting things done
 in spite of opposition. 
 High numbers of employed, 
 low numbers of unemployed
 trigger the frenzied to dislike 
  
 There is no conversation.
 How can there be?
 Results speak for themselves.
 Failure has no father.
 Resistance and disruption, 
 distraction and accusations –
 hatred manifested.
  
 Do anything; say anything;
 Distract the focusing on truth.
 Where are the morals?
 Where is the compass?
 Who cares about the consequences 
 of lies and distortions?
 Is it just we the deplorable?
  
 Stanski
 November 6, 2019 ^
  

WHERE WAS SHE


 I stood by her
 through thick and thin
 Took care of her every need
 for over six years
 I had no complaint
 Did not violate my covenant with her
  
 Then at the time of my need
 when my health fell apart,
 my dreams slipping away
 not quite into oblivion
 I didn’t know where she was
 but it wasn’t here
  
 Stanski 
 November 7, 2019

THERE GOES MY EVERYTHING


 THERE GOES MY EVERYTHING
 The man walks off the field
 Traveling under his own power
 A big boy, in reality, six foot seven, 
 Weighing 350 pounds of muscle and fat
 He is limping, but trying not to show it
  
 There are braces and bandages 
 He is wrapped in these
 A college football player who gave his all
 Now wondering about his future in pro-ball
 Will he be sound enough by draft day?
  
 What is his stock worth in the eyes of those who count?
 Twenty years of his life dedicated to this end
 New house for mama, who has always been there for him
 Brand new shinny car for papa for all his work
 Then the possibility that this has all been for naught
  
 A career ending injury sabotages his dreams
 He can fall back on his education and 
 Become a worker, a teacher, coach, welder or builder
 One never knows in life; here today, gone tomorrow
 Shouldn’t this, especially this, be taken into consideration?
  
 We should begin our march into the adventures of life
 With advisors and mentors who will keep our emotions 
 And exuberant spirit under control, pointing out all possibilities
 So often early success casts a big stamp of disregard on wisdom
 We fly with the eagles, like there is no tomorrow, casting care aside
  
 We should prepare for alternatives, just in case
 He almost made it is not the label we want
 Must not let life’s potential slip away, when strong character
 Will allow us to face up to the realities.  We gather our positives
 Forget about depression and begin the march to new goals
  
 Stanski
 January 3, 2019 ^