Bert just look
at Mrs. Freeman's
Washing-everything
Just as spanking clean
and shiny as a new silver dollar-Sure
can tell she's
got
that
"Oxydol Sparkle"
©Martha Freeman 1970
Bad Boy
There's lipstick on my pillow
Powder on my face
And draped across the night stand
Is a negligee of lace
Half empty whiskey glasses
on the dresser making rings
And hanging on my tie rack
Are some old and worn G-strings
She's gone and here I am alone
With a hangover big as life
She told me what to tell my kids
But what do I tell my wife.
©Martha Freeman 1970
Katy Did
You'll never guess how I learned
that Kate loved me
But a voice on a hill told me so
As I passed by his way
I heard the bird say
Katy Did-Katy Did
As he swung too and fro
Silently reaching out to you
My love in supplication
©Martha Freeman 1970
Runaway Crazy Boy
The autumn rains are falling
Recalling the bitter tears I shed in May
The wedding day we planned in June
Your loving kiss
Our favorite time
Gone into the mists of yesterday
Where have you gone to
Where are you now
Runaway crazy boy
©Martha Freeman 1970
I suspect the inspiration for this poem comes from the fact that one of our relatives husbands ran away to look for gold in Dawson Creek and was never heard from again.
Untitled
When I look into the tender folds
of a red red rose
Each leaf a page of life
Assaulting my heart and more
I am awed for here is life
Slowly unfolding
All beauty
Nearby a worm suggests disaster
Mites and hail do not frighten her
For their she nods on slender stem
Complete perfection
Matchless beauty
Life
©Martha Freeman 1970
