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| Photo by Dave White
Now that the semester is over, the song resumes with my former student Jerry Scuderi's return. The photos in this entry are by his friend Dave White, and they will remind you that warmer weather is only a few months away!
The Roar of Lions
Pop’s trailered his pick -up, a mighty machine ;
to race, come see it, a beauty yet mean .
Billowing smoke, “Orange Thunder” ; stand by if you dare.
A grandson was called, oh! He needs to be there .
See them brothers and uncles, grand dads all around.
Here the pulsing ear-piercing; there’s smoke and there‘s sound.
Mom calls for a son, not yet of teen age ;
lean, smart, and quiet, the men quickly gauge .
With uncles around him, here encouragement and praise ;
his face is the face of their grand- uncle . . . Displayed !
Tight gripping long hand shake, between families that cared ;
relay trust and approval of a son freely shared .
Pop worked, raised a family, his racer’s his joy ;
family men come to see it, shout our for the boys .
Males are molded and fashioned, by the things that they see ;
labor for family, it’s the place they should be .
“Little Brother , what’s in you, I want you to show ;
through the smoke and the thunder, a family must go ! ”
“ Roar at me brother, show a heart that is strong ;
family will depend on your will and your arm !”
Families are spoke of ; it’s good to be here ;
the years will soon pass us; new grand dads appear .
For families are time-less , need attention and care ;
provide direction and guidance, give your life and your hair .
Jerry A., Scuderi June 13, 2009
Serenity Station
Howl winds of Delaware point
across a home of gables.
Coming storms of winter
nears ;
shield ; protect .
. . so able .
Adobe of columns , open
plan
seen children , guests ,
and greeters .
Come to rest and soak up
sun
mallers , feasters ,
beachers .
In dark of night front corner lamp
sentries a palace quite
adorned .
A trooper rolls hushed
quiet past
a street left quite
forlorn .
Guest house of peace and
order
arrayed in tile and oak
host gifted rooms of
talent treasures
to stress , anxiety soak
.
Cottage quiet hums of
silence
awaiting squawks , cheer
, and chatter .
Soak in now an AM’s glow
;
Soon to greet ; soon to
serve . . . it
matters .
Jerry A. Scuderi
Nov. 19, 2017 2:47 am
Misty Dawn
Twilight squeals of
monster motion ;
Cars file in a train
yard bow .
Mountains invite a
wakened commotion ;
a stone wall hints of a
forgotten foe .
This city soaks the
trellised passes ;
it’s glow reflects of
white and amber .
I’m showered , sprayed ,
soaked , dashed .
Do You know my thoughts
of Thee ?
A silent hiss returns
the night ;
youths to rise with
their glee .
Steeple sentries send
drapes to white ;
Assault me shower ;
spray in the freeze .
Gone , now times of
cloistered sisters :
of convent closed by
Father Time .
Allow me joy of giving ,
Master .
In Thee I rest this life
of mine .
Jerry A. Scuderi
An Outdoor’s Man Sonnet
Up and out in the morning cool ;
Trek to the lake of misty sky .
Seek ; fish phantoms and a turtle guy .
Snatched ! Pocketed ! A morning jewel .
A flop of legs and he’d found the pool .
We anchored our scepters ; relax and sigh .
Thrones set by brush , brambles , and rye .
License and contentment , here is the rule .
A creature tugs at the line ; oh , snap !
Cool ; … then steady , … spare a mishap .
A thrasher flits through the thicket ; gone !
Others avoid being ripped and torn .
Delight in the day of early dawn .
Nigh is darkness , dejection , forlorn .
Jerry A. Scuderi
June 14, 2017
A Sonnet for Dad
He’s my dad .
He’s strong as jade .
He works all day so
bills are paid .
Watches me ; keeps away the bad ;
Loves me even if I’m mad .
He’s here for me through
night and day ;
kisses me when eyes are
laid .
His feet get tired ; his
face gets sad ;
I love him so , I need
to show .
He carries me so I can
grow .
We brush away vacation
sand ;
I make him smile ; to
him I grin .
He worries though I hold
his hand .
My Dad will dim ; I’ll
long for him .
Jerry
A. Scuderi
June 9, 2011
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I'll finish up with some of the music I've been listening to lately. Music to grade papers by.
Freddie Hubbard et al cover Paul McCartney's "Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9QcUEQS7cw
Here is Hubbard's "Joy Spring" from Born to be Blue: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4nq5NZqoDc
This is Woody Shaw's "United": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqP-EA-UZkI The cover of the album shows Shaw with his young son.
I'll finish with his "The Green Street Caper."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_d71H04OQI
Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!
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