John Daleiden, US

 

Rhymed Couplets   Longing for the Good Old Days   Will the Summer ever end? Oh, please, please, just tell me when this long, hot Summer will end! I miss those happy school days with all my chums and dear friends. I miss all those recess games and the cold hot school lunches. I haven't heard Miss Clifford tell her stories of Morderd in such an awfully long time— Now—how did he spend that dime he found on the rest room floor? Hope she tells the tale once more! Those reading lessons were fun— I hope I can still do sums— I miss music hour and songs— I miss gym and exercises Will this Summer never end?     Cinquain   Journey Through the Night   Sunset draws me back home to good food and coolness— from the backyard the mountain range fades out. Midnight— I hear traffic on the night desert air— in my dreams I visit distant places. A beach lined with palm trees, cooling white waves and sand, in the distance blue skies and waves— surf's up The cat pokes her cold nose in my hair, begging food— in the kitchen bacon frying— breakfast.