A poem from THE POETRY OF US

Hi everyone,

I haven’t received a copy yet of THE POETRY OF US but maybe it will still show up before much longer. Online it looks like another handsome effort by our friend J. Patrick Lewis and I’m pleased to have two poems in the collection. Today I thought I would share one of them with you in case you haven’t received or purchased your own copy yet. The poem is protected by copyright so I think it’s safe to post it here.

Mr. Twain

Missouri kids give thanks for Mr. Twain
For telling them the tales of Tom and Huck.
He said his words were truthful in the main.

Tom and Huck could sometimes be a pain
But none would say they ever lacked for pluck.
Missouri kids give thanks for Mr. Twain.

For Tom to sit in classes was a strain.
Aunt Polly heard excuses with a cluck.
She hoped his words were truthful in the main.

Huck’s drunken pappy was a bane
But Huck was quick and knew the time to duck.
Missouri kids give thanks for Mr. Twain.

Tom and Huck could never quite refrain
From trouble but they always got unstuck.
They swore their words were truthful in the main.

Children’s authors dream that they’ll attain
The Twain Award with writing skill and luck.
Each offers thanks for Mr. Twain.
Their words they say are truthful in the main.

(c) 2018 by David L. Harrison all rights reserved
Published in THE POETRY OF US, National Geographic

New translation

Hi everyone,

Yesterday I received my copies of a new Chinese translation of A PLACE TO START A FAMILY. I’m delighted to add this one to the Korean translation that came out recently. I’m always happy to see my work in a language I can’t read, knowing that there are many others who can.

Cobras on the loose…back then

Hi everyone,

Last night we attended a presentation at The Library Center about “The Great Cobra Scare of 1953.” It was well researched and delivered by Brian Grubbs, Local History & Genealogy Department manager for Springfield-Greene County Library District.

During late summer of 1953 a number of Indian cobras (10-12) were found and killed in Springfield in the general area of a pet shop owned by Reo Mower, who had a penchant for poisonous reptiles and kept a number of cobras in stock. Although he never admitted that the cobras on the loose were escapees from his shop the city eventually closed him down and he moved away.

I worked for Mower the summer before and have many stories of my own about the shop and the man, including an escaped cobra on the top step of his back porch that I discovered and he caught just before it slithered to freedom across St. Louis Street. One day I should write an article about my adventures that summer.

Home again

Hi everyone,

Back home and into the wheel this morning. No matter where you go or how much you enjoy it, coming home is always special.

This week I hope to make things happen. I only have one daytime appointment, a pleasant one, so otherwise I’ll be here at the keyboard.

I wish you all a good week.