Category Archives: Memoir



I miss Christmas Past.

The Tree at half mast, “Someone hand me an ornament.”

The Children…..

They matter still.

Still…….now there’s a word.

It fits me now.

I wipe my brow and raise my head.

(Is that a football game on TV? I hate football. Hell, I hate TV)



the choir of meadowlark hill

2 21 2013 The Tree

It began with a glimmer, a sliver of light.

In a matter of minutes the glow was right.

And the Meadowlark sang its song.

Another Lark………… another, again.

A feathery chorus was now on hand


As The Boy mimicked their song .

More Meadowlarks sang along.

And The Boy became a man.


The Year was not New. It was warm,

There was dew as the day took form

Like a voice from Heaven

The boy of eleven,

Joined the choir of Meadowlark Hill.


This morning was more than a day in the life,

This newborn man

Met the day now rife

With the pleasance of Trill

On The Hill of The Larks.

On The Hill of The Man.

A humble young Man

Said Thank You.


Thank You he said again.

Again and again and again.

By Lee Broom