Category Archives: shared experience


His memories of New England various,

Were by and large vicarious…

Mostly pictures he saw

with interest and awe,

His chances of a visit–hilarious!

Point of fact he was too young,

Couldn’t drive himself even some…

The eight-hour ride

Once a summer left wide,

Window for relevant magazines to come!

Still his interest grew,

Past the time when he knew…

This paint scheme was gone,

these ALCOs moved on.

But the history he wanted to view.

Found an N scale engine thus,

Painted just like this—a plus–

To re-enact

Historical fact,

Without too much fuss!

–Jonathan Caswell



He calls himself “fashion poet”,

One or two others know it…

In pursuits

Avoiding lawsuits,

He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!

Him being man and all,

Must carefully judge his call…

With less passion

Than stereotypical fashion,

Not being the Beast at the ball.

Gender matters to him,

Especially if women…

They’re the kind

He most has in mind,

Do they mind if he tiptoes in?

–Jonathan Caswell



In our observation logs,

Did we see pollywogs?

If our search was a little wider

We’d have found a water strider!

True, we saw flowers invade

Various kinds of moving shade…

Night sound from which we hid:

Bobcats, cicada and katydids!

Never did get to the beach,

Crowds and prices beyond our reach…

But ice cream we did consume

Extra servings breakfast and non.

Made the best of a boring summer–

Without Word Press it’s a boring summer…

Blogging kept us all sane,

Now how to remove this coffee stain???

–Jonathan Caswell