Grandpappy says his life and limb
Are worth more than his pride is to him.
That’s why, come rainy nights,
He still won’t flash his brights
When the guy who’s approaching won’t dim!
by Ray Romine Friday, April 2, 1954
Selections from Trella Romine's library at Terradise Nature Center
Ray Romine Poems
Grandpappy says his life and limb
Are worth more than his pride is to him.
That’s why, come rainy nights,
He still won’t flash his brights
When the guy who’s approaching won’t dim!
by Ray Romine Friday, April 2, 1954
One lights one’s pipe; one takes one’s book;
One settles in one’s easy chair.
One reaches, tumbles, takes a look:
The lamp, once here, is over there.
The center-light, with bric-a-brac,
At least stayed put. I want it back.
by Ray Romine Sunday, April 30, 1950
The handy little gadget what
Adorns the wall where I am not.
by Ray Romine Thursday, June 4, 1953
I simply can’t afford such things
(Don’t think I have ignored them)
If I’d one day be rich enough
To say I can afford them!
by Ray Romine Monday, February 9, 1953
I have to cut out smoking,
My doctor says. He’s giving
Me a list of do’s and don’ts
To take the joy from living.
He further says No Parties- –
And Wine is much too strong .
I thought it doggoned sweet of him
At that, to leave me song!
by Ray Romine Sunday, December 31, 1950
When suddenly I found myself
Fed up with single life,
I started out in hot pursuit
To catch myself a wife.
I came out of the dizzy whirl
A slightly punch-drunk groom,
And never have quite figured out
Just who was chasing whom!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 7, 1951
Life is a conglomeration of awkward events;
Life is a horror–
Life is a bad dream.
Life is a jelly-fish
Dreading the touch of rough hands.
Life is an endurance contest,
An effort to hold out against Misfortune
Until Death’s welcome kiss
Shall end it.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 8, 1947
Reconciling–quite a stunt–
What we have with what we want.
by Ray Romine Sunday, June 15, 1952
The book returned
When half read through
Is one, I’ve learned,
I can’t renew.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, May 9, 1951
Honest folk find most consoling
The nomination of Poling,
For machine politics
And the bribe and the fix
In the distance hear final bells tolling!
by Ray Romine Friday, July 27, 1951