David Woolverton

Stories from David Woolverton

Friday, May 5th, 2017

Friday, May 5th, 2017

He watches me and I watch him

As we sip our tea.

He asks me how my book is going,

And when I say it should be finished soon,

He says he doubts it.

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2016

I stand on the bridge over the railway line

As you let off steam outside the station.

It's evening, the time when the light from your headlamp

And the steam from your valves meet in an intricate dance.

Your dulcet whistle provides the music,

And the wind carries it to your waiting audience.

 

You sing about the life you've lived,

Lonely at birth and lonelier now.

Born so long after your sisters and brothers,

And not quite by the same design.

They tell you that you're one of them,

Monday, December 14th, 2015

Only twelve more days

Until the night arrives.

The list has twice been checked,

And ninety-nine more times to go.

So many parents wanting wishes granted,

So many children dreaming

Instead of learning lines.

Mrs Nolan wants her little star in the lead,

But spoiled Amelia won't listen to direction.

And all the Whos down in scenery

Might need a Grinch to speed them up.

Maybe Santa will bring me costumes,

Since no one seems to care.

 

Tuesday, May 5th, 2015

She stands for light,

She stands for truth,

She stands for merit,

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

A symbol of the Promise,