Poem -

A Tube With Two Glasses

A Tube With Two Glasses

        A Tube With Two Glasses

As a young lad
I would watch the sky
Pointing at the stars
and the birds that flew by

I should had been chasing 
good looking lasses
But I blew all my money
on a tube with two glasses

It came in a box
a box made of pine
it was stamped first class
with a date and a time 
I had it at last 
these birds will be mine

So I gathered my stuff
and said my goodbyes 
I left in a haste
for Eldorado Pines

I set up my tripod
and nelt to my knees
I took off the lens cap
and couldn't believe what I seen

Out on perch
extending from the hollow
Letting out chirps
was a sparrow singing next to a swallow

Then came the knocking
of the tree wrecker
Out came a walking
a red and speckled gray woodpecker

I pushed onto the mountains
and set on the cliffs
The eagles were soaring
on the air lifts

As the sky began to darken
I set there and hearkened
The loons started barking
and the stars began to show

I zoomed in on Orion
And on Leo the Lion
Cassiopeia
and the Dragon Draco

I stared at the moon
as I knelt on the grasses
out in the gloom
with my tube with two glasses

            Carey Yoquelet
            August 5 2017
 

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