Question 1:
Who will run
In Fifty,two?
Question 2:
Who’ll it be?
Questions 3,
4, 5, and 6
Are still wrapped up in politics .
(One can but wonder, if he’s human,
Just who will joust next year with Truman.)
by Ray Romine Friday, November 16, 1951
Selections from Trella Romine's library at Terradise Nature Center
Question 1:
Who will run
In Fifty,two?
Question 2:
Who’ll it be?
Questions 3,
4, 5, and 6
Are still wrapped up in politics .
(One can but wonder, if he’s human,
Just who will joust next year with Truman.)
by Ray Romine Friday, November 16, 1951
The ape regards, from between bars,
Mankind’s clothes and motor cars,
And other assets by the dozen
Belonging to his smarter cousin,
Precocious lad who from tom-toms
Skipped several grades to atom-bombs;
And who, ignoring danger signs,
Scares the world with monkey-shines.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, November 14, 1951
I sometimes think much more expedient
Were some fine fancy lie ingredient.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 3, 1951
I truly couldn’t place the gal
(Long, long time no see)
Which might have been embarrassing
Had she remembered me!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, March 12, 1952
To have the Last Word, pointed, rare,
Is something I’m ignoring,
Since placing one word anywhere
Would send my average soaring.
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 31, 1950
I like to sit upon a hill,
And see the world below me,
And think of all that this world will,
When I grow older, show me.
by Ray Romine Monday, September 8, 1952
It’s good, I think, when one is low,
To look into the sky;
To watch the high-piled clouds and know
That God is standing by.
Whose cup of life shall reach the brim
May know the taste of gall
Unless he walks along with Him
Who saved the first to fall.
(2nd verse added–for Cru–9-24-45)
by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 8, 1945
Though we’d always thought it could bring
The rich fancy life of a king,
In RFC
We have one recipe
Where influence isn’t the thing….
by Ray Romine Friday, February 23, 1951
Dough won’t buy
Joy, wags predict;
A statement I
Can’t contradict!
by Ray Romine Saturday, April 29, 1950
A young man from the outskirts of Brussels,
Well-known for the way that he hustles,
For all of his ills
Took Vitamin Pills–
But the Pills tapped him for their muscles!
by Ray Romine Saturday, November 18, 1950