Enjoy HarvestWhen the recent cloudsMoved in andAnd got a bit of ourStanding grainAll wet and chilly,It caused concernTo replace the stressIn the excitable,And woke up the meekTo reality.Now both areAble to walkArm in arm, sharingThe same anxieties,'Til the last wheat headsGet threshed andPut away, whereIt's nice and dry.-Walt Kik
(from "Usually Scantily Dressed")Before Sugar Entered My LifeDuring the summer monthsmy bedroom partnerwas a combine,next to my cot,in an open machine shed.(The shed was located by a wheat field.)On sultry nights,sudden wind stormswould rattle the standing wheat.And the dampnessgave off a freshvegetation aroma.A few raindropswould find their waythrough the cracks,Causing a restful,contented feelingto pass over me.It gave me reason to believethat we could havea fair crop after all.
-Walt Kik
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We, Christmas Children Of The Past
Once again,
Christmas time is here.
It’s interesting to go over
Our past childhood Christmases.
Every event was brand new
To us then.
We have a lot to be thankful for,
As most of us
Will soon complete another year.
We, Christmas children of the past,
Are now playing the roles
Of parents,
Grandparents,
Or the childless ones.
It’s how we found ourselves
Cast in life.
-Walt Kik
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Blue Skirt Waltz
When the “Blue Skirt Waltz”
was on the national number one list,
I bought my young wife
a blue dress.
It was so beautiful,
and made perfectly for dancing.
The accordion-like pleats
went all around Sugar’s waist.
When she whirled to the tune
of the “Blue Skirt Waltz,"
her body was in the center
of all that flared out material.
There was a certain sweetness to life
in those days,
that our present boldness
has wiped out.
It was an era when
you learned about things
rather late in life,
and in small doses.
-Walt Kik
(from "Sentimentally Cracks Me Up")
Grand Coulee Dam
The country was flat on it’s face,
so planning a dam
as big as the Coulee Dam,
Just simply scared the wits
out of most people. A story got out
that if they built Coulee Dam,
It could fill up with silt
in about a hundred years. Rumors soon faded,
as there were just piles
And piles of people,
out of work and hungry.
Sheriffs were busy,
kicking farmers off their farms,
And something
had to be done.
Excitement ran high in 1934,
down at the Coulee.
Shacks were getting
nailed together,
People were walking around
in all directions,
And the rattlesnakes
were getting jittery.
-Walt Kik
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