Author: Ray Romine

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Basketball Game

Daughter comes home, tells the score,
Hangs her coat upon the floor,
Leaves the milk and crackers out,
Scatters bathroom towels about,
Falls in bed and cuts her steam.
End one day. Begin one dream.

by Ray Romine Friday, February 19, 1954

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Basement Shelf

Peaches, plums and pears are there,
Glistening in glass;
Like faces in store windows,
They greet me as I pass.

I count the jars for mother,
And dad says, “What a sight!
You have preserved the sun for us!”
And I think he’s right.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 11, 1952

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Barbara Ann

Barbara Ann’s my name, and it seems a shame
To have so much to learn;
For my folks (being bright) are a shining light —
So now it’ll be MY turn!

I’m just SO new, and so little too,
But tradition must be maintained
I must polish a dish and learn to fish
and ‘influence friends’,- though pained!

I’ll learn to ski like my papa-sky
And sew like my mother does;
Though I’m not a boy, I must learn to shoot
(Where the Ring-Neck Pheasant WAS!)

I oughtta swim with an otter ‘s Vim
And read ALL the Magazines —
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL YOU WHITES
FROM ALL OF WE THREE ROMINES!

Oct. 42
-On the birth of the White’s “First”

by Ray Romine Thursday, October 15, 1942

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Banner Manor

I knew this house for mine right from the first.
It had no air of tight-lipped cold reserve;
Instead of blank disdain, it was immersed
In kindness, breathing, “Here I stand to serve.”
Its roof line was a cheerful, light affair;
Its gables threw me slightly off the track
By nodding; and one window winked, I swear!
Some houses are the sort that give smiles back.

by Ray Romine Sunday, September 9, 1951

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Balogna Barrage

Uncle Sam seems somewhat to have balked
At the stuff his UN foes have squawked.
One reason his ire
Mounts higher and higher:
No Yankee likes being out-talked!

by Ray Romine Friday, December 15, 1950