Month: August 2024

  • Our Mountain Life

    I am a mountain manI always have a plan My sister Vi and I live aloneWe don’t have a phone I built us a log cabinWay up high on the mountain We live off the landWe don’t need a helping hand A pristine stream is nearbyIt yields our water supply We love our privacy and…

  • Water

    I’m drinkingAn ice-cold glass of waterIt was given by the Father It’s very refreshingThe colder the betterI drink it in all weather I am knownTo guzzle a 64-ounce glassThen my thirst shall pass My mouthGets parchedI need my water chilled I shall drinkFrosty water all-dayI want it without delay by Zachary Uram(C) 2024

  • I Have the Blues

    I laid in bed all-dayI have nothing to say I hate being depressedI did not get dressed I feel quite blueThere’s nothing I can do I long to playInstead, there’s only dismay I lack motivationIt’s a consternation Someday I’ll be wellWho can tell I’ll keep fighting every dayWhen I’m blue I’ll pray by Zachary Uram(C)…

  • Insomnia Blues

    It’s 2AM and I’m wide awakeThis is a mistake I long to slumber peacefullySleep will come soon hopefully Insomnia is no funI’d rather go for a run It is a most vexing maladyI long to be free I want to sleep all nightTo slumber with all my might Counting sheep is a boreHow I wish…

  • Holidays: Reminisces of the Past

    Holidays were the best growing up. The first was Easter. We went down to Gramma’s and Pap Pap’s.She cooked a huge fresh smoked ham. I can still remember the taste. It was like nothing I ever had before. We also had homemade pierogi (cheddar cheese and mashed potato filling was my favorite), Gramma’s delicious macaroni…

  • Cooking With Love

    My Gramma cooked with loveHer inspiration came from above Her galumpkis were the bestBetter than all the rest I loved her kapusta and pierogi tooNone of her food did I eschew Gramma’s halushki and baked ham were out of sightA true culinary delight Her stuffed peppers couldn’t be beatThey were a real treat I miss…

  • A Winter Flight

    I take flightOn a cold winter’s night I sail through the airWithout a care Down belowI see a canopy of snow I race up and downAll over town I perch on a pine treeIt feels Christmassy I rest on a creche so brightI see the light It is Christ the Lord’s birthdayI sing His praises…

  • Down in The Dumps

    I have no energyI’m full of lethargy I am not okayI’m full of dismay I lay in bed all dayI have nothing to say I long for strength and vigorI am a sad figure I have nothing to doActivities I do eschew I will lay in bed and read a taleI am tragically like a…