Sue’s Shoes
a collection of poems and illustrations
by Donald G. Enz
copyright 2012 by Donald G. Enz
All rights reserved.
1st version
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Dedicated to Augusta Autumn
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Poem I - A Castle In Time’s Wondering Way I
Poem X - What’s Beneath The Bed?
Poem XIII - Most Beautiful Hat
Poem XVIII - Lady With The Green Mole
Poem XXIV - Locomotive Heaving
Poem XXVI - A Castle In Time’s Wondering Way II
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Poem I - A Castle In Time’s Wondering Way I
A castle stands on the shore,
Built by a child of yore
From sand ground fine by the sea--
Modeled to what imaginations see.
Let us travel inside
And discover what castle walls hide.
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Sue’s shoes
Come in twos,
Which make a pair.
You may see only one,
But the second is always close by,
Usually on her other
Foot.
Sue really loves boots,
Because they’re big
And look super neat--
They also feel good
On Sue’s very large
Feet.
Yes, boots are her favorite
Shoes to wear.
They help her climb hills,
Mountains, rough trails,
Kick stones, walk in the rain.
Sue really likes jumping
Into muddy puddles of water.
Why not?
Boots keep socks dry
And, always, her
Feet.
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They met as kids
At Uncle Cid’s.
Bill grew up rather thin,
Bob nurtured extra skin.
Though they lived far apart,
They were best friends from the start.
They talked a lot about this and that,
But neither mentioned who killed
Bob’s favorite baseball cap.
Bob was on his bike,
While Bill sped around on his tric’--
They were racing fast and free,
Around the corner neither could see.
Suddenly, off flew Bob's baseball cap.
Bob slammed on his brakes,
But Bill crashed into a pile of shovels and rakes.
Bob looked at Bill.
Bill stared at the kill
And all that cloth stuck to his tricycle spokes.
Neither ever told their folks
About Bob's baseball cap.
Instead, they quietly buried his favorite cap
In Bob’s backyard.
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She hated being simply Nancy,
She thought herself a bit more fancy.
Nancy changed her "y"
To a neat little "i"--
What a fancy Nanci.
Nanci hated her bright red hair,
She thought it made people stare.
Nanci shampooed
Using zanoo, goo, a little glue--
Now Nanci is very blue.
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Wings flapped,
Tickling the air within the moist
Hidden caverns of the leaf cluttered Mason jar.
Flight by gentle quivers,
Rippling sensations,
Whispered promises of a thousand aeons,
Yet, lidded the jar remained.
Curious Cat, investigating the jar,
Swiped it several times with an awkward kitten's paw.
The jar tipped and swung,
Rocked and rolled to the table's edge--
Then over,
To halt the kitchen's lazy day:
CRASH!
All the beautiful bodies inside Mason fluttered
In a surge to escape the black pawed claws swishing,
Slashing at their tangled wings.
Charging up, around, everywhere,
The butterflies belched free from their shattered crystal cage.
Searching for ultimate escape from their kitchen hell,
Where one crazed Cat jumped and swirled,
In a tantrum of excitement,
As a dozen meals flurried about his head --
They rose and gathered near the ceiling.
Cat was crazy, mad, and frothing at this new challenge.
He climbed the curtain,
Leaped across to the ceiling lamp,
To a picture frame,
Lost his grip and crashed,
Feet first,
Into the dead suds filled sink.
Chunky grey water splashed high and marked the open window's sill,
Where a chilling morning breeze was passionately kissing,
Fondling chicken patterned curtains.
In a swoosh,
The butterflies descended and charged out the open window.
Cat's eyes burned from oily soap,
Yet, he sensed the butterflies' final charge
And leaped into the air,
Snapping at the winged shadows.
Down he tumbled into soaking, grimy pans,
Which rattled the slumbering household awake.
With terror overshadowing his fearless morning,
Cat scrambled up and out of the sink,
Slipped on the soap soaked counter,
Shattered several fine crystal goblets,
Then charged breathless out the open window
As an angry broom combed his suds soaked tail.
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He’s one of a kind
And he doesn’t run wild,
Nor is he in a zoo.
I see him quite often,
But, only when I close my eyes.