New Bird In Town

Snow Geese At Bosque Del Apache.

Snow Geese and friends in a panic wave. Just a few seconds more all the geese will be in the air. They will circle around a bit and quickly land back where they were. During this time is what I have been waiting for, some action. copyright Tom Stanley Janca .25 per sq. in.

Collector By Tom Stanley Janca

I know it is in my genes,

To collect lots of things.

To make the world a better place,

But don't complain about my space.

This box of screws, my spool of wire,

Just stacks of things that I admire.

Sort and stack, count and clean,

I am a lean mean collecting machine.

Come see me tomorrow,

If you want to buy or borrow.

If you need something now your out of luck.

Everything is buried and stuck.

When I need a part to finish my job.

I know I have it but I soon sob.

To dig it out is such a chore.

It's just easier to go to the store.

Copyright Tom Stanley Janca 2004

Eagles Nest By Tom Stanley Janca

When eagles could carry little boys away.
It happened to me one day.
I'm only here because of the bargain I made.
I swore I would hurt them no more.
I did laughed and mocked them,
Like it was my job to chase them away,
But not no more.
I thought I was big and they couldn't get me,
But not no more.
I Shot at them high in their nest with my sling shot,
But not no more.
I heard them squeal and squawk, when one stood up tall.
I remember his eyes he looked at me square.
He spread his very large wings and dove straight for me,
He wouldn't dare.
My life flashed before me and I knew I was wrong.
I dove between the rocks and held on so long.
The eagle swooped down and I could tell he was sore.
In that moment I swore I would hurt them no more.

Copyright Tom Stanley Janca 2004

Pomagranet By tom Stanley Janca

I ate a pomegranate today,

A big red ripe one.

I ate every little red ripe piece.

I did not count the time.

I had a thousand in my life,

Not one had been so fine.

Coyrignt Tom Stanley Janca 2004

Fast Ride, Sore Thumb By Tom Stanley Janca

Once I rode a big white race horse,
Pay Girl, was her name.
Stood 14 hands high,
Was a lot bigger then I.
I had lots of fun.
Until she started to run.
I didn't know.
How really fast she could go.
at 90 miles an hour I fell off her rump.
Thrown in the air oh! What a bump.
The first thing to hit that old dirt road was my left thumb.
It was three years before it was numb.
A true story I swear.
Leonard and Richard were there.
But they just rode right on.
They didn't know I was gone.

Copyright Tom Stanley Janca 2004

Ancient Ones At Dutch Woman Butte By Tom Stanley Janca

It happened at Dutch Woman Butte.

This story you cannot dispute.

With my very own eyes, I saw with such surprise.

Across the lake, high up the canyon, one white puffball cloud appeared.

No problem, My opinion.

It wasn't very big and was far away.

I didn't think it would bother me today.

But! The water turned Black, a change in the wind made me look back.

It was 5 miles wide and 9 miles high.

One perfect thunderstorm filled up the sky.

The wind blew hard the water turned white.

I ran for cover but not out of sight.

A waterfall poured right out of the bottom.

When I noticed the ancient ones dancing around the column.

Flashing their lighting from the bottom to the top.

For thirty minutes their drums didn't stop.

I rubbed my eyes and tried not to imagine.

Were they real I could not fathom.

Finally they all faded into a gray mist.

What a show I did not miss.

copyright Tom Stanley Janca 2005