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SCRAPING…THE PARKING LOT ICE

SCRAPING…THE PARKING LOT ICE

The plowman came ’round seven PM,

To scrape down the ice in the lot…

I hear him out there doing his best

Not sure of the progress he’s got.

For the time to scrape it was during the day,

When things were warmer and loose…

It’s already freezing up anyway

And the ice is more solid than a moose.

Hit one (the moose) and see,

You then will believe me…

The ice is tougher when the sun goes down

I’m sure you see that easily!

Of course, when the parking lot’s full,

Everyone is at work and it’s hard…

To do an en mass car pull

And then quickly clean the yard.

–Jonathan Caswell

CONFIDENCE JUSTIFIED!

CONFIDENCE JUSTIFIED

(sent to the store)

 

She needed some spices and more,

So sent Hubby to the store…

In the Adirondack Park

Driving after dark,

He’s never gone alone before!

Only two turns (minor) were wrong,

His sense of direction was strong…

Visualized as though day

Most of the way,

He was able to move right along.

Though the lot at the store was dark,

He found a place to park…

With timing just right,

Was blessed by God’s light

Abundantly blessed on his part.

He admitted when he got back,

To his wife with the grocery sack…

‘Twas fun all alone

To find his way home,

‘Though he missed seeing railroad tracks!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

FIELD ARCHAEOLOGY REMEMBERED

FIELD ARCHAEOLOGY REMEMBERED*

 

One summer I took a chance

In picking to my interests advance…

My parents said “sure”

To an archaeology tour,

I’d learn by the seat of my pants.

It was funny to arrive in town,

Board a van and turn around…

To a museum near

Had a parking lot where

They were seeing what would be found.

We worked two to a square,

At the Roberson Center there…

In Binghamton

Where I’d begun

That morning to reach the class elsewhere!

One or two clay pipes

Or portions of same, and snipes…

Were hiding nearby,

I don’t know why,

And some Civil War button types.

A little further from home,

An emergency excavation in Rome…

New York State, that is,

Vis-a-vis

The site for a Victorian home.

Fort Bull, New York,

Was ratcheting up the torque…

The Victorian in pieces

Was an older species

Then the normal time era they worked.

So in a former sheep pen

Field Biology began to spend…

On a salvage job

To map this bog,

I mean–field–for archaeological trends.

We found several fire pits,

Some buttons and that was it…

Then the museum

Put up displays to see them

And proceeded their house to refit.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

*The author took this college course in the summer of 1982.

 

 

THE BOYS ARE BACK!

THE BOYS ARE BACK!

Two more trucks in the parking lot,

The boys are back to work….

On some project that needs the team

Some toilet chains to jerk?

Sometimes inside, sometimes out,

Always for coffee break…

Mutual interest carries on

Leaves blown for appearance-sake.

Good men all for working hard

Not on union time…

Company uses all of them

For jobs with extra grime.

–Jonathan Caswell

THE DISTANT “MEOW”

THE DISTANT “MEOW”

 

I heard a distant “meow” today,

Might have been children hard at play….

From beyond the trees

Carried by a breeze,

‘Twas really hard to say.

This is a large parking lot

And some stray cats nearby we’ve got…

Perhaps my mind

Needs something kind,

To cheer me as it ought.

The “meow” I heard no more,

Just once, and none before…

Was it a child

Running wild,

Or a pussy cat I might adore?

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

LOW…THE SAND SWEEPER COMETH!

LOW…THE SAND SWEEPER COMETH!

 

We play musical chairs

In our parking lot…

All winter, whenever it snows,

Plowing under every spot.

We move our cars from front to back,

Whenever there is need…

For painting lines and diverse times

Cooperation is (almost) guaranteed.

A springtime chore is upon us,

That I used to do alone…

I guess a shovel and broom no longer

Are quick enough to own.

Contractors came in today

With a “Bobcat” with motorized brush…

Guys with blower backpacks

And brooms helped the one-day rush.

Instead of dumping it over the bank,

We could have it hauled to the Town Yard…

To ease the investment in salt and sand

When winters are particularly hard?

 

–Jonathan Caswell