More Important News!!
I recentlly published my third ebook. I am very dilligently trying to get most of my poetry published. Better late than never. You may be familiar with my first writing entitled "The Land That Would." My second writing is entitled "Time For A Change" and my third is entitled Boston's Kid. The cover of the third ebook has a photo of a great kid with a bow tie.
Do you know who this kid is?
NOTE: Each book has different poems... Many are not on this website.
As some of you know, I began my first book after many years of being encouraged to write a poetry book. I want to particularly thank the military moms who have encouraged me over the years to do this. You're The Best...
Just below are links to publishers who have the books. The links will take you to the ebooks.
Barnes and Noble
I am fully retired, and the way that I figure things is like this: If I'm not able to keep the site up and going, it would be gone in a short matter of time and that would make it harder for you, or others in the future, to have access to the poems now available on this website. These books give me hope that these poems and many others will be available for sharing in the future. Books seem to have a way of lasting.
I sincerely thank all of you who have read my poetry, and God Bless You always,
An Old Wooden Chair
An old wooden chair, out on the porch
Shaded by trees, the sun couldn't scorch
A child loved to play, not far away
When tired this chair, was where to stay
If weather turned bad, as sometimes it would
The young one would sit, those arms felt good
This haven of rest, always was there
Like a mother in charge, always took care
As the years passed, the chair bore no change
But the small one did grow, adding new range
How quickly through high school, time fled by
And the child from that chair, said good-bye
Off to the service, such great pride did show
Protector of freedom, youthful brave glow
A loved one of course, now guards this chair
Holding fond memories, each one so dear
With prayers to God, dear mother does wait
Till her brave one's home safe, a want so great
That now empty chair, shaded by trees
If it could just talk, starting with "Please..
Written in the Spring of 2006
Roger J. Robicheau