I’m really in a rut and feeling blue
maybe I need a job just like you.
I’ll get up at 6, take a shower and eat
get ready for work, I’m already beat.
Hop in the car, hurry and wait
feel like a race horse dancing at the gate.
Finally get to work, arriving too late
my co-workers stare, I think I’m bait.
Make it till 10, then take a little break
here comes the boss, can I stay a little late?
Of course I can, a smile on my face
I know what to do, I know my place.
A typical day, a few bucks earned
I feel like butter that’s already churned.
Take home my check, the pittance that’s left
I feel like I’m robbed, surely it’s grand theft.
So maybe I’ll stay home and not feel so blue
I don’t want this story to ever come true.

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

A Summer Cold

Yucky stuff, these stinky colds.
Nose so clogged, couldn’t small a rose.
Taking it easy, sitting in a chair
feeling so rotten, I just don’t care.
Taking a nap in the middle of the day
hoping when I wake – it’s gone away.
No such luck with a cold in your head
about all you can do is stay in bed.
I’m sneezing and wheezing, wiping my nose
a big pile of Kleenex covers my toes.
It will soon be a memory, all but forgotten
I won’t even remember that I felt so rotten

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

My Old Sneakers

My old sneakers look abused

that’s because they’ve really been used.

They’ve traveled are and traveled near

if you listen closely, many stories you’ll hear.

They’ve walked the roads, tracked thru grass

sometimes sloww and sometimes fast.

I’ll miss my friends when they’re thrown away

I hear them wish that they could stay.

Original poetry and art by Patricia Walter September 2006 ©

Beach Memories

Sitting on the porch

Remembering the day

When that strange

Flamingo passed my way.

So cute and pink

With Drink in hand

Walking the beach

Kicking sand.

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2019 ©

Computers

Looking and watching
staring at the screen
boy, those computers
can really be mean.
You press one key
then go back
everything’s gone –
just like that!
Nothing easy
clicking and moving
messages pop up
you’re not grovin.
Hit the help key
get out a book
it’s finally working
the hours it took!

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2005 ©

The Computer

They said it would be easy
learning the PC.
But everything I do
never wants to be.
I press the keys
look at the screen
boy those messages
can really be mean.
I’m looking for help
searching the books
all I get are computer
mean looks.
Moving the mouse
clicking away
hoping to find
what I need to say.
Something I did
something I hit
made it work
I don’t have to quit.
Whoever said
it’s really easy
makes my stomach
really queasy.

Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 2002 ©

Saturday

Sitting around Saturday, nothing to do
should I take a walk or visit the zoo.
Find the number of a really old friend
call them up, find out how they’ve been.
Mow the lawn, weed the garden
let it grow – dear neighbors, beg my pardon.
Wash the car, wax the old girl
throw clothes in the dryer, give them a twirl.
Sweep the floors, pick up the dust
clean the grill, remove the rust.
The options are clear – the work must be done
but I really want to be out on the run.
Meet new friends, visit new places
the thought of it all – my blood races.
Life’s too short to worry and fret
try new things for the joy you’ll get.
Don’t sit around Saturday with chores to do
or housework surely will make you blue.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

Picnic

Pack up the kids, the stuff and the dog
off to the park, out of the smog.
A place for a party and a little meal
really doesn’t need to be a great big deal.
A little fried chicken, some chips and slaw
make it at home, no restaurant to call.
Maybe some hot dogs cooked on a stick
they taste so good, always do the trick.
Add some mustard, nestled on a bun
the kind of food you can eat on the run.
A little game of catch, a swim in the lake
a lot of fun, nothing to fake.
A picnic is great, an outing for the day
Dad naps in the hammock, not even a sway.
It’s better than a trip to shop at the mall
a really good time will be had by all.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

The Ants

The ants march in and the ants march out
sometimes they really cause a person to pout.
They steal a little food, take a crumb or two
make you feel like you’re in the zoo.
They crawl up your leg, tickle your arm
you jump and yell, sound the alarm.
Quick – move the blanket and basket of food
find a new spot – where the ants aren’t rude.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

Potato Chips

I really love those potato chips, pass so quickly over my lips.
A burst of salt on the end of my tongue, yummy and tasty, so much fun.
You can eat them plain, they all taste the same.
Get some dip from the corner store, you’ll soon be out and run for more.
Thin and round, thick and wavy, seldom served with sausage gravy.
Nothing like a bag that’s new and fresh, soon to be gone without a mess.
Don’t need a spoon, fork or knife, potato chips are the staff of life.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©