Snowflakes settling slowly down–ยท
Gee–they look so white & gay!
Makes me wonder how they can
Turn so black in just a day.
by Ray Romine Monday, January 1, 1934
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Snow Fun
That ancient wit, long years ago,
Was really in the groove
Who said “The Wicked Get No Rest”,
Which I shall herewith prove:
In fall, when I start to rejoice
That there’s no grass to mow,
The next day is the one that finds
My sidewalk under snow.
by Ray Romine Monday, August 6, 1951
snooze To Me
I wish that I could set aright
My sleeping and my playtime,
And have my day-dreams in the night;
Insomnia, in daytime.
But even though it does indict
Me, looks like I will stay
The sort who stalks the floor at night,
And sleep-walks every day!
by Ray Romine Monday, February 4, 1952
Sno Duty
I may own a sense of duty;
If I do, I haven’t felt it.
Snow that fell upon my sidewalk–
I shall wait on God to melt it.
What of him who slips and busts him
All because I wouldn’t shovel?
Let him sue the God who dropped the
Snow down on my walk and hovel.
If I had a sense ot duty,
On the trackless waste I’d use it;
But I’m rather glad I haven’t–
I’m afraid I might abuse it…..
by Ray Romine Wednesday, March 16, 1949
Snap Swap
Project your colored slides st will.
I’ll smile and say they’re fine.
How else can I expect you to
Sit through mine?
by Ray Romine Thursday, October 19, 1950
Smoke Screen
When I am right, I go headlong.
Of this trait, though, I’m
When I am absolutely wrong
That’s when I argue loudest.
by Ray Romine Saturday, July 1, 1950
Smoke Screen
When a woman makes a noise
Over her avoirdupois,
Be quite sure she’s underscoring
Things about her you’re ignoring.
(If she were a trifle stout
She’d die before you found it out!)
by Ray Romine Friday, January 18, 1946
Smellevision?
It’s said they’ll broadcast odors too;
The prospect has me cowering.
Some of these things we hear and view
Could be overpowering.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, July 12, 1950
Smart Fox
He has the sharpest ever nose;
The sharpest eyes, the sharpest ears;
And his own red fur winter clothes
Protect him in the coldest years.
His bushy tail makes him complete
With built-in muff to wann his feet.
by Ray Romine Thursday, September 17, 1953
Small Tribute, This.
He should have left there yesterday
At noon, and should be here today
By 9 o’clock. All Salem waits
To ring the bell and ope the gates
And greet a fav’rite son.
The pleasure, just to clasp his hand,
And see the answer in his eyes
Is one you’ll only understend
If you have, too, some friend you prize:
Some soldier who, in time of peace,
Gave all he had to Church and friends;
Whose gifts, in Service, never cease;
Benignity that never ends.
He should have left there yesterday
At noon, and should be here today:
“Will Dick be here?” says my refrain–
Soon, now, we’ll know if once again
We’ll greet a fav’rite son!
Written 1-9-44, before S.S.,
And while wondering!
by Ray Romine Sunday, January 9, 1944