A Red Door

A red door is... striking.
A red door is bold.

A red door will beckon you

In from the cold.

A red door gets opened

When you've got the key.

But it isn't much help

When the key is with me.

A red door takes mail

On the days that it comes,

And sometimes graffiti

When found in the slums.

But this door is special,

Whate'er it appears,

Because it's my Granny's

And has been for years.

War In the Air

Old Glory pulled taut

Iowan winds are whipping

It's war on the plains.

The Secret Lives of Cows (a plot)

The night was foggy, dark and cool,
With folks ensconced behind their walls.
The cows, meanwhile, as cows are wont,
Were sending signals with moo-calls.
"At half past three in deepest night,
When all is still we'll leave our stalls
And gather out there in the fields
Aside the pool, above the falls."

And so they did, those sneaky beasts,
They skulked and crawled and lurked and crept.
They gathered there beneath the fog
And planned rebellion while we slept.
They planned to take our homes and kids;
They planned to take our big TVs;
They planned to order magazines
And cruelly leave us with the fees.
There never was in all of time
A plot so dastardly and low.
Thank God that there, amidst the gloom,
Was spying the most noble crow.

This stately bird, he took to wing
And raised a warning on the wind.
"Ca-CAW!" he called with all his force
"Beware the cow and all beefkind."

The Moo-Cow Pet

I tried to catch a cow one day,
To catch her in a net.
She was just a-standing there,
A-looking like a pet.
She gave a moo so startled
I swear she must have swore,
But then I dragged my new cow pet
Right through my kitchen door.
So now I've got a moo-cow
Making messes on my floor.

The Fall

Don't let anyone lie! Living water
Can toss you and bash you around.
The promise of God isn't swimming pools
But seeking the thing to be found.
It's not that his kingdom is hidden;
It's clear like pure water on rock.
Moving, demanding, and plunging ahead
To live with this water you'll have to be dead
To yourself, your pretensions and all.
The water will chute you over the fall.
And there, at that spot when you're out of control
His living water is quick'ning your soul.

Diving Catches in Future Endzones

Tis a beautiful day in St. Paul.
If I had a son, we'd toss the football.
He'd leap in the air and dive on the ground.
I'd do play by play and make the crowd's sound.
Grass would be staining our elbows and knees
While the wind would be blowing a beautiful breeze.
Tis a beautiful day in St. Paul.
Tis a beautiful day in St. Paul.