One date marks the fiftieth year
since the birth of my daughter,
the one hundred sixth year
since the birth of my father, and
the two hundred forty fifth year
since the U.S.A. began to etch her
initials on mankind’s big park bench.
Dave Read
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.