Escanaba,The U.P., & Michigan

Escanaba, my birthplace, and the place I have lived at most of my life. I remember in my childhood and through the years, all the enjoyment found living here.

Going sledding down at the park, watching pollywogs in the pond on what was then called Sand Island. Catching frogs and bringing them home. One even got loose in Mom's bedroom, and was never found. Swimming at the Beach, where it mostly all sand at that time, no tall grass.

I lived at 222 North 14^th Street, and at the end of our block lived Grandpa Pryal as we call him. He was Dick Pryal's Dad, Dick had run Pryal's drug store with his wife Jane for several years. Grandpa Pryal would always get my brother and I mixed up. So one day he decided he would solve the problem. He would put a piece of green yarn on my ear, so he would know it was me when he saw me. So the next time I came across him, he came to look for the green yarn, and said, “you must be John.”

In our neighborhood us kids got together for a game called Kick the Cans. This is where we would go off hiding, and the person picked would have to come looking for us and take captive whoever we found. Those still out there could come in and kick the cans which freed everyone who was caught.

In our nighborhood lived the Gravelles, the Ferarris, the O'Connells, the Martins, the Meuniers, and the Pryals. I remember one time as we hid in Mr. O'Connell's garden, he caught me and wouldn't let me go. It was the last time I went in there.

I hung around with Bryan Fletcher, & the Martin kids who lived across the street. Steve, Mike, and Warren, but we called him “Peepers.” On our own block was another Martin family, and the youngest boy, Rob, use to hang around with us as well.

I have so many memories of Escanaba. The picnics at Pioneer Trail Park, Sidewalk Day, Venetian Night, and the Popcorn Stand. Smelting down at the old Bridge in Wells.

The memories of growing up here. They bring me back to that special time growing up in this wonderful city.

Here are a collection of poems I wrote about Escanaba.

Index/Poems

8^th Street Coffee House (2005)

A Cold January (2024)

A Super Yooper (2015)

A Yooper Christmas (2004)

A Yooper Pastie (2006)

And He Danced (2006)

Angel In Blue (2017)

Aronson Island (2010)

At The Bandshell (2014)

Captured Moments (2017)

Cold Out Dere, Aye? (2008)

Cold Winter Winds (2009)

Da U.P. (2004)

DATA (2017)

Denise Sayklly, A Friend To All (2023)

Discovering: Ode To Buck LeVasseur (2010)

Dyrk (2012)

Elmer's (2009)

Empty House (2008)

Ernie (2005)

Ernie's Party Store (2022)

Escanaba (2001)

Escanaba Is The Place (2004)

Fish Flies (2007)

Forrest & Mary (2015)

Gardens Of Rest (2004)

Guard Your Bird (2006)

Hey Taxi (2006)

Island Birds (2013)

Lake Shore Drive (2005)

Ludington Street (2005)

Mackinac Island (2022)

Mackinac Island 2023 (2023)

Major Utilities (2023)

Meals On Wheels (2006)

Memory Lane (2014)

Michigan's Beauty (2018)

Mike, The Mailman (2005)

My Childhood (2021)

My Week At The U.P. State Fair 2019 (2019)

Nagelkirk's Fruit Market (2017)

Personal Care Services (2007)

Pictured Rocks, A Most Wondrous Scene (2007)

Pioneer Trail Park (2008)

Rockin' Delta County (2017)

Sand Island (2012)

Senior Companions (2017)

Ships That Pass By My Window (2016)

Sidewalk Day (2007)

Smelting At The Old Wells Bridge (2007)

Spring Into Summer (2010)

Take Me Home Escanaba (2013)

The 4^th Of July (2015)

The 4^th Up North (2022)

The 45's (2021)

The Canterbury Lady (1998)

The Chook (2004)

The Deli Choice (2001)

The Diving Seagull (2005)

The Farmers Market (2006)

The Fireworks Were Canceled (2010)

The Hob Nob (2013)

The Ice Shack (2018)

The Island (2019)

The Leprechaun (2014)

The Municipal Dock (2007)

The Night Nick Played (2005)

The Old Carnegie Library (2017)

The PearlMist (2024)

The Pond (2016)

The Popcorn Stand (2007)

The Popcorn Stand (2017) different one

The Record Rack (2001)

The Salvation Army Bell (2021)

The U. P. State Fair 2023 (2023)

The U. P. State Fair Revisited (2012)

The U. P. State Fair (2004)

The U. P. State Fair Again (2015)

The Upper Peninsula Of Michigan (2022)

The Word On Senior Companions (2024)

This 4^th Of July (2016)

Through The Eyes Of A Senior Companion (2017)

Two Artists (2012)

UnFair (2006)

Venetian Night (2007)

Waiting For The Blue To Show (2019)

Washington School (2022)

Yoopers (2014)

You're Probably From Escanaba if... (2014)

8th Street Coffee House

The 8th Street Coffee House is where I want to go

To sit down, relax, and meet with people that I know

There's plenty of drinks to pick from, so hurry on down there

In the comfort of good company, without a worry or a care

You'll meet people from all over town, people near and far

Making friends is easy, you might even meet a star

Conversations are made, you'll never be alone

Sometimes people meet, to share each of their poems

We're located in Escanaba, the corner of eighth and Ludington street

You get there anywhere, whether on wheels or on feet

We have people playing and singing, come and listen here

Clap your hands in happiness, and join the Yooper cheer

The sun is always shining here, even on a cloudy day

You'll be happy that you stopped, we'd be happy if you'd stay

This is for a place where many people meet here in town.

Note: The 8^th Street Coffee House has since moved and become the Infinity Coffee House

and then not long after, it closed.

A Cold January

It's an ice cold January, getting to Ten below

You can freeze your mouth, if you say hello

Dress up warm, don't want you to freeze

You might want to cough, or even sneeze

A little bit of ice, and then there's some snow

Be careful when driving, wherever you go

A very warm coat, is needed today

A scarf, mittens, and chook will be okay

Plan very well, if you do some walking

Below zero temperatures, is what I am talking

Sometimes your car, just won't want to start

Don't let cold weather, keep you and your job apart

Put on your boots, so you won't slip

Otherwise you'll fall, it'll be a quick trip

Then it might be, too hard to get up

You might be ready, for Coffee filled cup

Life as a Yooper, is surviving the cold

Whether you're young, or if you're old

When you are older, it's harder to do

When you are younger, body heat helps you

A snow mobile is fun, to go for a ride

You might see deer, off to the side

Ice Fishing is something, people love to do

Be careful of thin ice, or you will fall through

When the wind comes along, it can freeze you to the bone

It's best to have someone with you, so you aren't alone

When you live as a Yooper, you get use to the weather

Enjoying all the seasons, is what most of us treasure

I remember one time, the roads were like sheets of ice

Drivers were sliding everywhere, it wasn't very nice

I walked to work, and it wasn't easy to do

I made it to my job, but I made it through

Whether it's hot or cold, here in the U. P.

I always find, it's a great place to be

I wouldn't live elsewhere, this is where I want to be

The U.P. Of Michigan, is the best place for me

I talk about how cold it was. Not long after that, the

weather warmed up and the snow melted and we had

rain. But we still have February and March. So we

shall see what weather those months bring.

A Super Yooper

It's time to make someone feel Super

Because after all they are a Yooper

Everyone is special in their own way

So tell us their story, let's hear what you say

Every person is a deserving soul on this Earth

So enlighten us as to their worth

Tune us in to them with a bio

Then let us see their warm smile

There's so many under appreciated people out there

This is the time to make everyone aware

Let's show them just how much we care

By letting others know with what we share

What do they enjoy while living, what do they do

What was it about them, that inspired you

Everyone's journey has taken them here

To the present moment overcoming trials and fear

What is it about them that you want us to know

Write up a short bio and make it so

Come on you guys, you are a Yooper

Let's make someone feel pretty Super

Have you ever talked with someone who you

thought were special. And yet, you never saw

their picture in the paper, or heard of them before.

Have you ever thought someone deserved something

and yet they didn't get it. Each person has a story to

tell, but never get a chance. Through your camera and

your appreciation, these special people can be recognized.

They can be remembered and their struggles can be worth

everything they put into it to survive. Their life can have a

special meaning because you saw the special side of them.

A Yooper Christmas

I'm having a Yooper Christmas, smack dab in Michigan's U.P.

I can't think of a better place, where I'd like to be

Christmas cards all hanging, around the entry way

And it's been snowing a lot, all throughout the day

The tree lights are shining, and it looks so nice

Outside people are slipping, as there's so much ice

I'm sipping a hot chocolate, making it even more complete

Cracking mixed nuts, and listening to the Nutcracker Suite

Soon I'll be opening presents, surrounded by my family

Hurry, please hurry, oh what can it be

Chocolate covered cherries, how did you know

I was so delighted, I had to "ho, ho, ho"

The women are in the kitchen, fixing up the meal

Peaceful and content, is exactly how I feel

The guys are watching the football game on TV

Yelling for their teams to win, whoever they may be

In below zero temperatures, da Yoopers celebrate this season

Clad in an Eskimo coat and chook, because outside it's freezing

There's so many ways, one can spend a Yooper Christmas here

Smack dab in the U.P. of Michigan, at this time of year

Remember a chook is what some people refer to as a stocking cap.

Here in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, we call it a chook.

A Yooper Pastie

Give me a Yooper Pastie

Good tasting, so it's not nasty

With rutabagas, potatoes, and good meat

Enjoyment for my stomach, with every bite I eat

With a crust that tastes so great

Can't help but really appreciate

Right in my mouth, where it belongs

The taste buds singing the pastie songs

A little ketchup, right on top

Not too much, just a drop

Someone made these with their hands

So they would entice all my taste glands

A Yooper Pastie, Upper Michigan's treasure

A meal with good taste, a tongue's pleasure

Upper Peninsula, the Pastie place

Will bring a smile to your face

Take your fork, and try a bite

Your taste buds will dance in pastie delight

You ate yours up, mighty fasty

You'll need to order, another Yooper Pastie

Yoopers are people who live in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

Those below the Mackinac Bridge are called Trolls.

Pastie rhymes with nasty, but tastes so good.

It's a little meat pie that is made so good.

Angel In Blue

An Angel In Blue

Has come to guide you

When you don't know what to do

We'll help you through

We wear the vest

We'll do our best

Life is a test

You have been blessed

Life can be hard

You hold the card

A Crazy Eight heart

You play your part

A Domino falls

Throwing light weight balls

Some music to hear

Take away any fear

A chat with you

With the Angel In Blue

We've come to be there

In conversation we share

We'll comfort you, and set you at ease

Set loose all your worries, we aim to please

Another poem about the Senior Companions.

They spend their time helping the elderly and

those not fortunate to be able to help themselves

like they use to. The time well spent helping them

is greatly appreciated by those who can not do the

things they would like to.

Aronson Island
© By Bud Lemire on June 10, 2010

A Baltimore Oriole, Rose Breasted Grosbeak, or a Cedar Waxwing
Are on Aronsons Island and you can hear them sing
So much to see if you are aware
A Brown Thrasher and woodpecker are even found there

A Yellow Warbler, Barn & Tree Swallows, and the Killdeer
Beautiful is their song as it comes upon your ear
The Canadian Goose, And the Great Blue Heron can be found
If you listen real closely, you can hear them around

Butterflies can be seen on a warm summer day
When flowers are in bloom and they like to play
A Green Leaper is there, which is a frog
The island is a great place to walk your dog

A bike path leads right to the end
It’s a wonderful place to take a friend
Walk along the shore, take in the scene
On Lake Michigan, where the trees are so green

Escanaba’s Waterfront, what a beautiful sight
I’ve even seen some people flying a kite
People go there to swim, some go to fish
Possibly a walk, or anything else that you wish
You can launch your boat on the island too
There’s so much at the island that you can do

I make it a daily event to go to Aronson Island when the warm weather is here. It brings me peace to see all the wonderful creatures that come there. The beauty there is always found, and the songs of the birds are always around. I try to capture what I can with my camera, but some things must be experienced right on the spot.

At The Band Shell

At the Band Shell, I love what I hear

All the music that comes to my ear

The City Band and local bands play

Because that is the Escanaba way

They play the music we remember so well

While we enjoy it at the Band Shell

Some sit on the benches, some on the hill

People even bring their own chairs to chill

The conductor announces the next song

With their choices, they just can't go wrong

Sitting there on the lawn as the seagulls fly

As the sun starts to set as the time goes by

Some even dance in front or to the side

Bicyclers stop and listen from their ride

Cars will park and listen awhile

As the music is playing, I see their smile

Ludington Park has a wonderful sound

Whenever the local bands come around

All the music that comes to my ear

At the Band Shell, I love what I hear

In the summer time it's great to go down to the Ludington Park and listen to the

great music performed by the Escanaba City Band and the local bands that play.

The music is great to listen to, and they play music that I would have picked if I

had a choice. To see people enjoying themselves is a good feeling to see.

Music truly is the Universal language. Many thanks to the Escanaba bands for

sharing their talent with their music.

Captured Moments

There's a feeling, that comes to me

When I'm out in nature, with all I see

The special events, come and go

A holiday gathering, I just like to show

Aronson Island, is a very special place

If you could see the smile, beyond my face

The feeling, touches deeply my very soul

I just wish, you would understand and know

On a sunny day, I can be as busy as a bee

A captured moment, that means a lot to me

I take the pictures, so that I can share

With the many, because they can't be there

I also share this moment with you

Because it's something I love to do

It completes me, I feel at peace

To be among the Ducks, and the Geese

I'm not far, from the place where I live

These captured moments, is what I love to give

It touches upon who I really am

It helps me to give a damn

So I share it, touching as many as I can

It's only because, I'm that kind of a man

If only you knew the feeling I get surrounded

by Nature's many creatures. These Captured

Moments, are to share, so you too can be aware.

Of all the wonderful things found, if you could see.

I also do it for those who are too far away to be here

to see for themselves. For those who can't get out of

their homes due to some health issue. Just knowing

how many people I touch, brings me another kind of

feeling. I also do it for myself, because of the joy and

the feeling I get from doing it. In the end, we are all

rewarded by what I do.

Cold Out Dere, Aye?

It’s freezing cold out dere, aye?
But ain’t it the Yooper way
Below zero temperatures making it cold
It’s especially hard on the old

Bundle up when you go into the storm
Wear your long underwear to keep you warm
Protect each part of you from the chill
Or surely it will make you ill

Put a chook on to keep all the warmth in
And a scarf wound tightly around by your chin
Warm boots should be worn on your feet
To keep in all of your body heat

It’s freezing cold out dere, aye?
I see your breath with everything you say
And your nose is so very red
It must be cold there upon your head

If you’re a Yooper, then you know
To dress up warm wherever you go
It’s the right thing for you to do
To keep you warm all the way through

Cold Winter Winds
© By Bud Lemire on Dec 7, 2009

When the cold winter winds blow
There’s one thing I always know
Somehow, some way, I’ll get through
No matter what happens, no matter what I do

I keep the thoughts of warmer days
Within my mind they turn into sun rays
They warm me up with the heat they give
And through the colder days it’s easier to live

I think of my friends who are always near
And all these cold feelings disappear
I think of my family, their love is always there
And the memories that we’ll always share

I read a good book or watch some TV
And the winter blues seem to let me be
I work on my pictures or write a poem
I do all kinds of things when I am home

I look out my window at the snow on the lake
Ice covered water, or a slow falling snowflake
When the Cold Winter Winds blow
I’d rather be inside, this I know

Many places across the world get cold. Here in Upper Michigan

we have our share of cold weather during the winter months that start

in November and go through March. Sometimes even longer! But with the warm

company of friends and family, we manage to keep those Winter Blues away.

Da U. P.

Well, you've taken me there

The place of long underwear

It's where I wanted to go

Where there lives the Eskymo

Where the people go ice fishing

While others are inside and wishing

That the weather would be nice

Are we not Yoopers, or are we mice

Well, the snow, it's falling down

I can see your footprints on the ground

And it's gotten very cold

Below zero I've been told

You almost have to be super

To live the life of a Yooper

Wear a chook, I beg you please

So your head, it won't freeze

Shoveling snow from dusk until dawn

It's piled high upon your lawn

Snowballs flying in the air

You better duck, they're everywhere

Oh what a place to be

A Yooper's winter in Da U.P.

Oh yes, dats da U.P. That I know

and love. Dat Winter season does

get very cold, but dere is so much

good in it too. Snow can be pretty.

Fish tastes really great. But it's my

home and I love it dere.

D.A.T.A.

We are the Delta Area Transit Authority

We'll take you to where you want to be

Call us ahead, arrange the ride

Our staff, takes a lot of pride

We do our best, to get you there in time

Which means a lot, we have you in mind

786-1186, is the number to call

To bring you to Wal-Mart, Meijer, or the Mall

We'll take you to Gladstone, on the shuttle you'll go

We really don't like it, if you're a “No Show”

You may get our van, or maybe our bus

When seeking a ride, you can rely on us

Our goal is, to get you there

Our drivers, will drive you anywhere

Within Delta County, is where we abide

On The DATA, won't you come for a ride

We don't charge much, to get you anywhere

In fact, compared to others, it's a very low fare

We are the Delta Area Transit Authority

We'll take you to where you want to be

I am very glad we have DATA in this area.

They have brought me many places, and

do a great job. The drivers are very

helpful, and will assist those in need.

The dispatchers are kind and polite

and listen. I recommend DATA to

anyone without a car, who needs to

be somewhere in Delta County.

Denise Sayklly, A Friend To All

I first met her as Moonbeam on the C.B. Radio

She'd pick me up in her car, and away we'd go

Chinese Fire Drills down Ludington Street

These memories of those times, can't be beat

She was the voice on WBDN, and at the U.P. State Fair

She loved all her animals at home, when I use to go there

I'd see her by the Water Plant, with her Granddaughter fishing there

I took pictures of them, it was a Facebook moment I could share

She was in quite an accident, and some friends had passed away

Denise lived through it, and got through it every day

She was the one who told me, my pictures should be enjoyed by all

So I joined the “Escanaba” group page, it turned out to be my call

We find her working at the Island Resort casino, in later years

When I think of this dear friend, only smiles, never tears

She truly was a friend to us all, and loved people dearly

If you were a friend of hers, then you understand clearly

She bought some Chocolates, I was selling for Senior Companions a few years ago

It was one of the last times I saw her, she was always a friend I was happy to know

But we kept in touch on Facebook, and I know she'll always be

A special friend I'll always remember, because she was good to me

Denise aka Moonbeam, as I knew her to begin with, was a wonderful woman, with a good heart. When you were her friend, you knew it. She loved people, and people loved her. For me it was the Chinese Fire Drills after meeting her on the CB. Once back then, we got out and ran around the car and got in the wrong places. I found myself in the drivers seat and was worried. She saw that and asked what I was worried about, I told her “I didn't know how to drive.” She laughed. She loved animals and I recall her having some ducks one time. She was on the Coffee Can on WBDN AM 600 with Bruce Nelson. I didn't know she was on WDBC as well. In later years, she worked at the Island Resort Casino. The Escanaba page I mentioned on Facebook was one I use to be in (“You're Probably From Escanaba If...”). I have since started my own page. To end this, I just want to say, with a heart like hers and a beautiful soul, she's going to really enjoy The Spirit World (aka Heaven). Thank you Denise!

Discovering (Ode to Buck LeVasseur )
© By Bud Lemire on Sept 13, 2010

It was on “Discovering” on Monday night, that I first met Buck
Into my living room he came, colorful as a duck
He brought us all over the U.P., nature at its best
Hunters and Fishermen, and much more of the rest

Buck keeps us in touch with the wildlife found here in the U.P.
Taking us with him into the woods, so we can also see
Setting up his camera, capturing the beauty of all life there
Putting it on his show, because he loves to share

He interviews the Hunters that are found here
Getting firsthand details of the wildlife that is near
He helps promote the handicapped hunters, and does a great job
With help from good samaritans, he even helped my friend Bob

He shares with us history, trailblazers, and some art
Life here in the U.P., and all who do their part
Out on the lake, the Fishermen caught another trout
Experiencing the great outdoors is what its all about

He brought us to the DeYoung Zoo, to see the animals there
And into the fields to see nature’s best found anywhere
Why he was even chased down by a big old moose
I’m sure he’s seen his share of the Canadian Goose

Buck we’d like to thank you, for bringing us your show
So we could come along, and learn and we would know
For many years we watched you on T.V.
Capturing nature’s beauty, found in the U.P.

Thank you Buck, for sharing with us all you have over the years.

We have discovered so much more because of what you have shared with us.

Elmer’s
© By Bud Lemire on March 14, 2009

He started his store many years ago
He worked hard at it, so that it would grow
And grow it did, into the store you see today
Stop in for some groceries, if you pass this way

My family’s been shopping, many years at his store
When we run out of groceries, we go back for more
The quality is great, the service is grand
You always get the best, because they understand

Elmer himself, treats his customers like they’re friends
The bargains at his store, are ones that never ends
Elmer helps out, and is still going at age ninety-two
Doing his best, to bring the best back to you

I buy my salmon there for my weekend meal
They always have a special seafood deal
I pick up some shrimp, because I like that too
There’s always many sales, saving money for you

Just yesterday, before I started writing this poem
I was sitting in the exit, waiting for a Taxi home
When Elmer walked in, and greeted me with a smile
Treating me like a long lost friend, he hadn’t seen in awhile

He shook my hand, in a strong embrace
As we exchanged greetings, standing face to face
He commented on the warm coat I was wearing
It felt good to take part in the greeting we were sharing
Elmer, I write this poem especially for you
For all that you’ve done, and all that you do

Elmer, for the store you worked so hard to build. For the quality that you always give us. And especially for the warm and caring way that you treat your customers, we thank you very much.

Empty House
© by Bud Lemire on January 6, 2008

As you search through this empty house for me
I am here, yet it isn’t me that you see
You can not hear the words that I say
As you look in each room and go on your way

I am a stranger, someone you don’t know
Yet I feel it saddens you to see me go
You came to help me, but I was not alone
Yesterday the Angels came to help me home

They said it was time to say goodbye
But gave me time, before I could comply
To look over everything I had here
And to be around so I could whisper in your ear

“You’re chasing a ghost, but I am now at peace”
I can see you feel the calmness increase
You felt my presence, yet without any fear
Before the day is done, all will become clear

I thank you for your aide, although you were a day late
I can see the Angels are opening up Heaven’s Gate
They are beckoning me to come through
I bid a good life’s journey to you

This is for Howard Fontaine, who I have not met in person, yet would have liked him. May his journey on the other side be a good one.

Note: I showed up one morning to help him, only to find the house empty, and later upon arriving home, to find out through reading the obituaries that he had passed away the day before. The door was unlocked, so I entered and was looking for him, yet having the feeling I was not alone.

Ernie

There's one place that's still around, part of Escanaba's history

Which holds a very special spot, in my memory

It's a place I use to visit, and still do like before

It's the place I know so well, it's Ernie's Party Store

Here's some historic news, in case you didn't know

It was Ernest Bernard, who started it long ago

The store has gone through changes, and Ernie did so too

He became a bus driver, driving kids to and from school

Ernie took pride in his ancestry, and researching his family tree

He has some strong French roots, he might even be related to me

Now he's in his second marriage, to a Norwegian woman named Mina

But she comes from Pontiac Michigan, not from Carolina

Their life together, took them everywhere

All across the country, all that they could share

But sometimes in your life, something comes along

That brings on a sadness, to someone's life song

Ernie had a stroke, leaving him paralyzed on his right side

Now he has his wife, to help him as his guide

A Cockatiel named Louie, keeps pecking on his head

While Ernie waits patiently, to be placed back in bed

I shall not forget the wonderful man, who started that wonderful store

That lives within my memory, and I couldn't ask for more

And I shall always be thankful, that I had a chance to know

The man behind the store, who has such a wonderful soul

The wonderful man who started this store has passed, and

Ernie's Party Store has since become a Irish Pub, but the memories

of the store and the many times stopping there will always be remembered.

Ernie's Party Store

Long before it was a Pub, it was a Party Store

I remember those days, and so much more

Ernie Bernard started the store in the late fifties, here

You could go in there for candy, cigarettes, comics, or a beer

Art Messier took over, for seventeen years he was there

I remember the buck stopped there, it was quite an affair

Among those who worked there, these I will name

There was Mrs. Johnson, Mrs. Cass, and Jerry Mongrain

After Art owned it, a LaFave owned the place

Then came Hank, who took up the base

Time passed, and before long it became

An Irish Pub, but it carried Ernie's name

Ernie, the man who started it all, was my friend

I kept in touch with him, until the very end

I remember his wife Mina saying “If only Ernie could see”

“They made it an Irish Pub, there's no Irish in his family tree”

The memories I have, of going in that store

Every time I bought something, and came out the door

The comics, the candy, and the cream soda too

Now it's an Irish Pub, the time really flew

I lived on North 14^th Street back then. I use to go into

Ernie's Party Store many times as I grew up.

It'll be a big part of my childhood memories,

for the rest of my life. Great memories!

I honor all the workers and owners, who

kept the store going. I honor the man

who started it as well.

Escanaba

Escanaba, Upper Michigan, the place where I grew into a man

It's the home city of my birth, where I started my life's plan

Looking back, memories of my past surface in my mind

Thoughts of all the good times, that I've left behind

Tobogganing down the hill, down at Ludington Park

Smelting with our fishing nets, at Wells in the dark

Fishing at Ford River, Bark River, Yacht Harbor, & Sand Island

Sidewalk Day on Ludington street, and the marching of our band

Watching all the parades, as they came along

Birthdays with the family, as they sang the Birthday song

All the great teachers, I had as time went by

Washington Elementary, Junior and Senior High

Going to Camp Harstad, I sure remember it well

Walking along the shore, searching for a seashell

Climbing up Horseshoe Hill in the trainyards, or just flying a kite

Swimming at the beach, or the boats lit up on Venetian Night

Catching frogs in the pond near our beach, was a lot of fun

I let one loose in Mom's bedroom, and his hopping days were done

Catching bumblebees, in the field near Junior High

Was some fun, for some childhood friends and I

Going on a bike ride, to Danforth and Soo Hill

And riding down the road, by the Paper Mill

August was the time, you'd find me at the U.P. State Fair

Bumper cars and games, and cotton candy I would share

A picnic at Pioneer Trail Park, was always lots of fun

Spitting watermelon seeds for distance, but I never won

Looking through the photos, of our early years

Our laughter, our hard times, brings back many tears

Remembering Mrs. Jensen, in the basement at the Carnegie Library

Placing many books in our hands, that we could hardly carry

The penny candy we picked out, at Hob Nob, placed in a paper sack

The Wilbees were the owners, whenever we had a sweet tooth attack

Visiting the Lake View cemetery, us children played among the dead

Sometimes we'd stop among the graves, and some tears were shed

Oh , Upper Michigan, how I love you so

In the Yooper Heaven, of your Winter's snow

Who could ever forget, a trip down Memory Lane

I know that I won't, for the memories still remain

And as my journey in life continues, wherever my mind will go

I'll always remember, for it had helped me grow

This is about the place where I was born and raised and lived up until August 2002 when I moved to Washington in August of 2002. In April of 2004 I returned back to the area and July 2004 I moved into the Harbor Tower. When I wrote this poem, I knew changes were coming, but wow, didn't know so many were on the way. Today it is

still a place I love being. You'll find me out on Aronson Island on a sunny warm day

taking pictures and enjoying the peacefulness and healing that it can bring to you.

Escanaba Is The Place

Where is this place, that I still call my home

I lived here a long while, and wrote my first poem

Escanaba is the place, it's above the Mackinac Bridge

In the coldest of winter, it's like inside a fridge

Ice shanties for fishing, and the sled dog race

A chook on the head, to keep warm your face

The House Of Ludington, and Ludington street

And Ludington park, where picnickers meet

At the top of Lake Michigan, the bottom of the U.P.

The heart of a Yooper, is a good place to be

South of Marquette, Northeast of Green Bay

The place where I celebrated, my very first birthday

The Eskymos play there, and they are a team

Cheering them on, is a young girl's dream

Every year in August, is the U.P. State Fair

People from all over, can be found there

Iron Mountain, Houghton, Hancock, and Gladstone too

Ishpeming, Negaunee, are places near where I grew

Home of my birth, Escanaba is the place

A Big part of the Great Lake state

Note: A film only known in the Great lake region was filmed in Escanaba. Directed/written/and starring Jeff Daniels called "Escanaba In Da Moonlight" and I was lucky enough to watch some of it being made as it was being filmed right next to the house where I lived most of my life.

Yooper = People who live above the Mackinac Bridge (Trolls live below the bridge)

Chook = known to most other people as stocking caps, or ski caps.

Escanaba = originally Eskanawba...Native word meaning flat rock

Fish Flies

They get in my hair and on my clothes
In my eyes and up my nose
It seems like every time in May
Those little black Fish Flies come this way

Those pesky little bugs get all over me
And they just won’t let me be
Down by the water, in swarms they can be found
I wish they didn’t have wings, then they’d be on the ground

Don’t open your mouth, or you’ll get a free meal
They aren’t a good appetizer, that’s how I feel
I prefer foods much better than that
Of course a Fish Fly diet won’t get you fat

But they’ll be gone soon
They disappear in June
I much prefer the Butterflies and Dragonflies
They’re much more appealing to my eyes

Covered in Fish Flies, is not my idea of fun
In fact I wouldn’t wish them upon anyone
So if you’re taking a stroll down by the lake
I hope it’s a netting mask that you take

Some call them Mayflies, some call them no-see-ums.

I call them pests that come in May.

Gardens Of Rest

The sun shines down upon The Gardens Of Rest

Where flowers are spread out, at their best

The stones to mark, where bodies lay

A Monarch passes before my eyes today

It marks the message, I know so well

To get to Heaven, you must go through Hell

Although the bodies here, may be surrounded by dirt

The soul has risen, and well earned its worth

We leave behind, so many things

But touch again, through butterfly wings

The trees they know, they've seen it all

Even the mightiest, must one day fall

The stones that mark the place we rest

Which means that we have passed Earth's test

Our learning continues, where journeys the soul

In the spiritual world, where everyone goes

The Gardens Of Rest is a Cemetery in Wells,

where my Dad and Mom's bodies are buried.

I go there every so often. I recall one summer,

a butterfly that flew around me as I sat

on a bench eating my lunch.

Guard Your Bird

On my way to work, I passed a truck

With Quebec license plates, just my good luck

I had to find out, exactly where

These travelers came from up there

To my surprise, the man replied

The front plates are misleading, we’re local inside

We started up a conversation

That would lead to a revelation

There was a man, years ago

In Escanaba’s history, on the radio

You’ll remember him by his sign off words

“Always remember to guard your bird”

His voice was good, and very clear

It was a friendly voice to hear

He was heard on the programs Coffee Can, and Anything Goes

With Denise Sayklly, the WBDN AM 600 radio shows

Back in the years 1978 to 1986, those were the days

Feeling the warmth, through the radio waves

Things have changed, as time moves along

I remember those days, as if enjoying a song

I remember you Bruce, and the voice that was heard

I hope you remember, “To Guard Your Bird”

Dedicated to Bruce Nelson, a man whose voice brought

so much to this city (Escanaba, MI). Thank you Bruce!

Hey Taxi

Thank you to Leta and her cabbies, when I’m not riding my bike

They bring me to my jobs, that’s Tom, Siaed, Ray, Phil, and Mike

Then there’s Rich, Desirae, Jim, and Adam, and let’s not forget Paul

Always there to pick me up, whenever I should call

Mostly they’re on time, but sometimes it just can’t be

When it’s bad weather or busy, and they can’t break free

Sometimes they get mixed up, arriving at the wrong place

Forgetting to read their pager, you should see their face

But all in all they’re on time, every day and night

Taking me to my destination, when the time is right

Unpacking all my groceries, after a shopping spree

Some even get out, they’re so kind to help me

I just hand them “A Ticket 2 Ride” when I get there

Which saves me the full price, which is more than fair

Leta runs a good company, the cabbies are polite and kind

At least they treat me well, that is what I find

Just call their dispatcher, at 971 - 0509

It’ll take 5 to 20 minutes, but they could be there anytime

They’ll take you anywhere, that you want to go

And when they pick you up, tell them Bud says hello

This was written for JN Taxi in 2006. Since then there have been many changes.

One thing that hasn't changed is they still give great service around Escanaba..

This was written before Melinda and Tom took over

Island Birds

A sunny day on the island, can be so pleasant

The many birds seen, why even a Pheasant

The Swallows, the Chipping Sparrow, and the Mourning Dove

To my ears what I hear is the song of love

The Hummingbird, Cedar Waxwing, and Chickadee

Are just some of the birds on the Island that I see

The Yellow Warbler, Yellow Rumped Warbler, and the Cowbird

Was that a Baltimore Oriole that I just heard?

The Brown Thrasher, and Scarlet Tanager too

So many birds that will sing for you

The Robin, and the Starling are there

The Seagull and the Tern are in the air

Swans are in the water with the Canadian Geese

In the Yacht Harbor, they come in peace

A Flicker right there in the tree

Over there an Eastern Kingbird I see

A Horned Grebe and Mallard swam by

Then there's Bob, people stop to say “hi”

The American White Pelican often makes a stop

And sometimes an Eagle is seen in the tree top

The Merganser is usually having a bad hair day

Then there is the aggressive Blue Jay

So many birds that you can see

That's why I bring my camera with me

I see them all when I spend time

on Aronson Island, here in Escanaba

Lake Shore Drive

As I take a trip down the Lake Shore Drive

I'm taken in by the creatures, who are so alive

Squirrels gathering food for their next meal

Closer to nature, is how I feel

The sun shining down on a beautiful scene

The lake so blue, and the grass so green

The trees with its branches, a sight so grand

God's presence is felt, throughout this land

The Escanaba city band is playing, on a Wednesday night

As I sit on the hill watching, everything feels alright

Out to Aronson Island, for a trip on my bike

To take in more beauty, of a wonderful sight

Down around the water plant, and the Historical Museum for a ride

And a trip through the past, when I go inside

By the yacht harbor, and the municipal dock

I get off my bike, and go for a walk

There's the lighthouse, I see it out there

Ad I take in the beauty, that is seen everywhere

When I take a ride, down the Lake Shore Drive

I'm reminded of the things, that keep us alive

This is my memory of the Lake Shore Drive here in Escanaba Michigan.

A wonderful place to see so many beautiful things.

Ludington Street

Down Ludington street, there's so much to see

And if you look, that's where you'll find me

The Stonehouse, Junior High School, and Ernie's Party Store

The Harbor Tower, House Of Ludington, and so much more

The Canterbury Book Store, The Record Rack, and T&T Hardware

There's so many memories that I could share

Beck's Western Auto, The Fair Store, and F&G

So many more, are stored in my memory

The Delft and the Michigan, theaters of the past

So many changes, can happen so fast

The City Library(the old Carnegie), and the City Hall

Mueller's, and Jupiter, and St.Vincent De Paul

Oh those memories, remember the A&P store

That's where we shopped, until it was no more

Sayklly's, Gus Asp, and Wickert's Floral shop

A visit to Kresge's, to have ice cream or a pop

Woolworth, J.C. Penny's, and the Pix Shoe Store

So much history on this street, dare I say any more

The 8th Street Coffee House, is a good place to stop

The drug stores: People's, Pryal's, Wilbee's(now the Medicine Shoppe)

The Photoart that later became the Ark

Best of all, Ludington Street leads to Ludington Park

Ninth and Ludington, where the Popcorn Wagon use to stand

Oh the memories of the times, spent in this Yooper land

I remember this street, and just had to share

The memories I had, so you could be there

Ludington Street, so many memories,

so many changes through the years

Mackinac Island

I took a trip to Mackinac Island, near the end of September

With friends by my side, it was a day I'll always remember

On a Gold Star Tours bus, Senior Companions and Foster Grandparents were there

Across the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, and St. Ignace is where

We took the Shepler's Ferry, to the island on this day

We went by the Mackinac Bridge, raindrops all the way

I got some pictures through the windows, oh what a ride

From Lake Michigan to Lake Huron, with the Ferry as our guide

Upon docking, we were lead to a place where we would eat

Mary's Bistro, as we watched the horses trot by on Main Street

Inside I sat at a table, and there I made a new friend

Appetizers kept coming, I thought they'd never end

My friend tagged along, as we went to May's for some fudge

It rained on and off this day, and there was only horse sludge

Then we searched for the place, that would pinch our penny

It was hard to find, because the stores there were so many

We got our pennies pinched into the Mackinac Bridge, it was neat

Then my friend got sick, and she had to stay off her feet

I walked around, taking pictures of course

On every street I walked down, there was a horse

Marquette Park, outside the Fort, and a shop to buy a shirt

I had way too many shirts already, but one more couldn't hurt

It was time to catch the Ferry to St. Ignace, and head on home

I sure had a great time, but I'm glad I didn't do this alone

Some weekend in the future, on a warm summer day

I'll go back to the Island, for a day or two I'll stay

I didn't know going to Mackinac Island was on my Bucket List,

because I didn't have a Bucket. But when it was offered to go,

I had a Bucket and a List. Even though we didn't have much

time there, to do everything I wanted to, it just means I need

to go back and do some more. It's a great place to visit.

I am so glad I went!

Mackinac Island 2023

We were taking a trip to Mackinac Island, and an overnight stay

Thanks to the Senior Companions and Foster Grandparents, we could get away

Off to the Island, of the bike and the horse

I'd be bringing my camera, of course

A three hour ride on the bus, to take us there

Then we took Shepler's Ferry, to Mackinac Island is where

We left our luggage, at the Hotel where we'd stay

Had lunch at Mary's Bistro, which was a start to our day

I rented a bike from a Bike Shop, and went for a ride

Looking for the Secret Garden, now where could it hide

I found it by the Grand Hotel, it was among some trees

Then I rode the bike, to the next place with ease

Fort Mackinac, was the next place I'd go

Up the many stairs, I took it very slow

Met some soldiers, dressed up like long ago

Chatted with them, after I said hello

My next stop, was the Butterfly House

I quietly entered, just like a mouse

A big blue butterfly, was flying around

Butterflies were flying, close to the ground

Something was running around quickly, all over the ground

I was told it was a button quail, that was running around

Off to the next place, which was the Arch Rock

I took a roadside picture, I didn't need to use my lock

Then to the Chippewa Hotel, where I would stay

There was a mix up, but it turned out okay

I checked out my room, and had to smile

Then I went shopping, for a little while

Dropped off the stuff, then walked down main street to the west

Caught the sunset, past the Hotel Iroquois was the best

You could see the Mackinac Bridge, in the picture I took

It was a beautiful night, I had fun taking a walk and a look

I had Salmon at the Pink Pony, for a supper time meal

I really enjoyed it, for the price it's a great deal

Myk Rise was playing, all the songs that we know

I took a walk down Main street, taking pictures to show

A bride to be was drunk, but happy as could be

She posed for a picture, it brought back a memory

I sat and visited with Connie and Kat, at the Pink Pony for awhile

Then I went to my room, because I couldn't walk another mile

The next morning, I was up early to catch the sunrise

It wasn't too bad at all, it was more of a surprise

Then I walked to the East, taking pictures on the way

What a wonderful start it was, to another great day

Packed up and checked out of my room, returning the key

Had Breakfast with Terry and Linda, blueberry pancakes for me

Headed back to Shepler's Ferry, with our luggage in hand

We had a really great time, in fact you could say it was grand

I had so much fun on this trip to Mackinac Island. I was able to fill

several things on my bucket list (Renting a bike, finding the Secret

Garden, seeing Fort Mackinac, going in The Butterfly House, and

taking a picture and seeing The Arch Rock, riding on top of the

Ferry on the way back). I made my time count!I took many pictures

(500), and had the time of my life.

Major Utilities

I loved music, starting when I was little boy

It was the one thing, that always brought me joy

There was this place, that sold 5 45's for one buck

I thought at the time, I really had the best luck

It wasn't far from home, so I really didn't need a ride

Upstairs of B.F. Goodrich, open the door on the side

Maybe you heard of Major Utilities, the place where I would go

45's just out of the Jukebox, it was like listening to the radio

The Flaths ran it, two sons and their boss was their Dad

One son wore glasses, and he didn't seem too bad

He was the one who waited on me, whenever I came by

I'd enter, look over the records, and he would always say hi

I'd walk home happily, and I'd listen to each song

I was so excited with that deal, nothing could go wrong

Nothing ever did go wrong, with each 45 I bought

Memories of those times, are always in my thoughts

I'd see one of the sons at Elmer's, he listened to music a lot

He showed me his MP3 Player, and all the songs he's got

All three of them have passed, but I shall recall each in memory

The music from the Jukebox, and what it all meant to me

Herb, and his two sons Warren and Harold. Warren was the one

with the glasses, who waited on me, and Harold was the one I'd see

riding his bike, and at Elmer's with the MP3 Player. Because of their

great deals with the 45's, I was able to explore music at that time.

Whenever I had money, I'd be there, and was so happy when

I found music I liked. Major Utilities & the Flaths, thank you

for the music!

Meals On Wheels

For years now, Jan’s been delivering meals

Bringing people lunch, with the use of her wheels

I remember her from when she brought meals to my Mother

Now she brings the meals to so many others

Those who can not cook, or will not cook anymore

Depend on the meals, like they never did before

To be brought with care, right to their door

No need to rush off for food at the store

Jan delivers with a smile on her face

And will set the food down, at a designated place

She’ll stop for a moment, for a casual chat

But others are waiting, so she must scat

A good service indeed, to deliver the meal

For there are many, who can’t get behind the wheel

Everyone knows somebody who needs a hand

That’s what’s so great about this great service plan

I see her most days, when she delivers to the Tower

Sometimes I miss her, when I’m in the shower

This one’s for you Jan, and for all the others

Who bring Meals On Wheels, to our Fathers and Mothers

Meals On Wheels is a great service. It's needed for those

who have gotten older and can not do everything like they

once did.

Memory Lane

Although the trees are gone, that were once called Memory Lane

We remember where they were, with memories in our brain

And we are taken back through our own memories of long ago

Of an Escanaba in our childhood, that had touched our soul

Each of us have different ones, of the things we did

Early life experiences, of a time when we were a kid

We've grown much older, but the memories remain

As we travel Escanaba, right down Memory Lane

As a kid we spent a lot of time at Ludington Park

And smelting at the old Wells Bridge in the dark

Digging worms on the island, I went with Mom and Dad

I picked wild peas on the shore, they didn't taste too bad

Sleeping in the Station wagon, in the back driveway

Talking all through the night, until the next day

Playing kick the cans with the neighborhood gang

And the Birthday song that the family sang

Climbing Horseshoe Hill, seeing miles everywhere

Going down Memory lane, always takes me there

The trees and the motel may be long gone

But continues in our memories and in this song

I remember the trees that marked Memory Lane

And being it is a special part of Escanaba's history,

I've included them in this poem

Michigan's Beauty

Michigan's Beauty, is seen everywhere

Especially when, you're living there

Upper and Lower Peninsula, it's a beautiful scene

Water so blue, and land that is green

Sunrise to Sunset, the colors dance around

Captured by our camera, the sky and the ground

Whether above or below, the Mackinac Bridge

Summers are warm, and Winter is like a fridge

Michigan's Nature, is a sight to behold

Got to see it yourself, it won't work if you're told

Experience the beauty, firsthand

The birds and other creatures, across this great land

The scenes that change, with every season

To take in Michigan's beauty, is the very best reason

Bring along your camera, take a great shot

Sometimes the summers, can get pretty hot

Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Erie, and Superior

Lakes of this land, the outdoors exterior

Take a walk in Michigan, on any day

You'll see the beauty, in every way

No matter where you live in Michigan, the

beauty is amazing to see. Sunrise and sunset

on the water, lighthouses, the creatures that

live here, the sky, the weather and its changes.

The Autumn colors, the Winters snow, and so

much more. Anyone living here, can appreciate

the beauty of Michigan.

Mike, The Mailman

As you come upon your retirement

I look back on your route

You delivered many envelopes

To that there is no doubt

You kept the mail coming

By staying on your feet

A very long time for me

When I lived on north fourteenth street

In all kinds of weather

You made sure we got our mail

It was always a received treasure

And not once did you fail

You brought me packages and letters

Which always made my days better

A regular part of my life you became

Although I never did know your last name

I heard about your reaction on that fateful day

Your route was changed, you had gone away

My brother Terry said you were upset at first

I missed your presence, but things could have been worse

My life changed in time and I moved away

When I returned, Harbor Tower is where I'd stay

I pedaled all around, upon my bike

The Tower mailman was our old one Mike

Seems like life is amazing as ever

No matter your path, or what you endeavor

I hope your experiences, have made you better

While on your feet, kept you delivering the letters

This is for Mike Kulack, who was our Mailman for several years.

My Childhood

My childhood was the best, I'll have to say

We weren't rich or poor, but we got by anyway

At Christmas time, my friends got mostly clothes

My family got lots of games, which helped us through the lows

In the neighborhood, we had lots of fun

“Kick The Cans,” was a favorite with everyone

We played, until it got real dark outside

Our parents called us in, and we'd always abide

With my Bicycle, I explored all sides of town

Met so many friends, and I felt like a clown

Escanaba, was a fun place to be

Growing up here, was a good time for me

Catching frogs on the island, and bringing them home

We caught so many of them, and I was never alone

Pollywogs, in the pond by the beach

Couldn't catch any, as they were out of reach

Pioneer Trail park, smelting at Well's Bridge too

Never a dull moment, there was always something to do

Looking back on those days, they were so good

Escanaba was a great place, in My Childhood

I loved growing up in Escanaba. A beautiful place

to be and to enjoy. We didn't have computers or

cell phones. We just enjoyed the great U.P. Outdoors.

I still enjoy it today.

My Week at The U. P. State Fair 2019

What a great Fair it turned out to be in 2019

Monday through Sunday, I went the days in between

Tuesday, a little rain started the day

906 showed their talent in a big way

The High Flying Pages were flying through the air

Hula Hoops, the Clown, and a woman on a horse were there

An Alligator named Oscar, a Camel named Clyde

The Ruth Butler building, had Smokey the Bear inside

Spiderman was amazing, with all that he did

Doing acrobatics on the midway, for every kid

The Great Lakes Lumberjack show, was fun to see

There was a big splash, eventually

I spent much time at the Petting Zoo

Being close to nature, was what I love to do

I found myself going down a Forgotten Highway

Peacemaker was no Foreigner to us on a Thursday

My feet got pretty tired and sore

The child in me just cried out for more

I didn't know how to make it stop

Until I kept on going until I was ready to drop

I figured five days was enough time at the Fair

I took away one thousand two hundred pictures from there

I'll be back again, to the Fair next year

To take in Escanaba's U.P. State Fair, right here

This is my week at the U.P. State Fair 2019. What isn't listed in the poem, I didn't

see nor do I miss. But I know I enjoyed every moment there. I know next year I

need to plan it a bit better, for my feet and for the shows I did miss this year.

Coming away with 1,200 pictures, isn't all that bad. I got to share them

with all my friends who couldn't be there. And I had a great time.

Nagelkirk's Fruit Market

I remember as a kid, a place where we'd stop

After stopping at Holiday, for our pop

We'd stop at Nagelkirk's Fruit Market, for my favorite fruit

After picking out the best one, we would scoot

We'd head over to Pioneer Trail Park, for our picnic there

This is a memory, that I wanted to share

There were many fruits to choose from

There was a favorite fruit for everyone

Strawberries from the Copper Country, were found

Apples for Ninety Nine cents a pound

Nectarines and peaches too

Some berries that were juicy and blue

Cantaloupes that were as sweet as could be

These fruits wander around in my memory

That little fruit market on North Lincoln Road

Is what inspired me to write this ode

Although watermelon was the only thing on my mind

There were many other fruits you would find

Nagelkirk's is a great place, in Escanaba's history

It will always be a fruity place, in my memory

Nagelkirk's Fruit Market has been popping up in my

memory lately. I figured I'd jump at the chance to

write a poem about it. At the same time, it would

be interesting to hear what your memories of it

would be. Which reminds me, next time I am at

the store, I need to pick up a watermelon.

Personal Care Services

When your giving isn’t enough
And life seems way too rough
Now that you are aware
You need assistance to help you there

Personal Care Services can help you out
It’s what they are all about
They’ll come right to your home
So you won’t have to go through this alone

You think you’re tough, but we all need
A break from the stress, in the life we lead
We do housecleaning and personal care
You’ll find great comfort to know we’re there

Sometimes we come and we will stay
Give you a break, a chance to get away
Don’t wear yourself out by doing everything
You’ll have relief when our services begin

Maybe a bath, so you can be clean
And a shoulder, on which you can lean
Whoever it’s for, whoever it may be
Our services are through, The Community Action Agency

When we give our services, we give our best
So your body can have, a much needed rest
We do our job well, so your loved ones receive
The best care possible, before their time to leave

I've met a lot of very nice people in my years as a Caregiver,

both clients and their families, and other Personal Care Aides.

Pictures Rocks, A Most Wondrous Scene

The travelers three, Rick and I in the front, and Mina in the back seat

With air conditioner on, so we could avoid all the heat

It was a hot day, the sun was shining all about

When we reached Alger Falls, we all got out

Then to Horseshoe Falls, but we had to pay

To see a Trout Pond and the Falls, but it started a great day

We stopped at a place to have something to eat

After filling our bellies, we felt more complete

While Mina and Rick got the tickets, I walked around the pier

This was the very first time, for me being here

We climbed aboard and soon were on our way

As the Captain narrated throughout our stay

The Miners Castle, Painted Coves, and The Caves of The Bloody Chiefs

The Battleship Rock, Indian Head, Flower Vase, and the Lovers Leap

On the way back, we fed the seagulls with pretzels and bread

They flew around the boat, and dived at fingers to be fed

The Old Grand Island lighthouse was a sight to see

I took several photographs of it for Mina and me

Our cruise ended, Mina and I stopped by the Gift Shop

Then to Munising Falls, which was our next stop

We ate at the Dogpatch, lake trout for Rick and I

Mina had the chicken, as our meal time passed away

Stopped again at Alger Falls, so the photo would turn out right

Just the right angle of the sun, as I captured another beautiful sight

Upon arriving at Rapid River, Mina asked who wanted ice cream

As stuffed as I was, it would be a special ending to a great dream

I thanked them each, for the wonderful trip to Munising

And the Pictured Rocks, which was a most wondrous scene

It was indeed a wonderful day when we went.

Mina has since passed, but I won't forget that

wonderful day we went to Munising and saw the

Pictured Rocks and so much more.

Pioneer Trail Park
© by Bud Lemire on July 5, 2008

I remember a place where we use to go
Picnics in my younger days, memories that I know
The red and white tablecloth Mom use to set out
Covering the picnic table left me without doubt

I remember the beans that Dad use to make
The walks down the Spirit Trails that we use to take
Native Americans were buried in this place
Reminding me of the problems, they all had to face

After dinner we spit watermelon seeds to see
Who could spit the farthest, but it sure wasn’t me
Along the Escanaba River, we’d always walk
Peaceful and so beautiful, as we’d join in a talk

Dad would take us further back as I recall well
To pick the hazelnuts that had pickers above the shell
I have so many memories from so long ago
Recently I went back there, to that place that I know
I took in the beauty of this wondrous place
When Pioneer Trail Park brought a smile to my face

Those childhood Memories of having a picnic

at Pioneer Trail Park. Watermelon, and lots

of fun.

Rockin' Delta County

We're Rockin' Delta County today

Grab a rock and paint it your way

Use your imagination, make a design

Or even words, to make that rock shine

Inspire others, with the words on each rock

Hide them, while you're out on a walk

When others find it, it'll make them smile

It will make you happy, for quite awhile

Find a good place to hide it, but not too hard

Maybe somewhere in someone's yard

On a post, on a desk, or in a tree

You just never know, where one will be

It might be anywhere, all you have to do is look

That painted rock, could be behind that Library book

You could see it in some store

Or right in front of your door

Painting and hiding rocks, is for all ages

When you take part, in all its stages

Whether you paint, hide, or find

These rocks make, for a happy mind

We're Rockin' Delta County today

Grab a rock, and paint it your way

These Painted rocks have hit Delta County, and

things are really Rockin' here. Painting, hiding,

and finding them is a fun thing that is bringing

many people into this activity. People of all ages

are finding rocks and smiling about it. It's making

people more aware of what they are seeing, and

of course finding much more than just rocks.

They're finding a smile that was hidden way too

long. Rock Delta County and smile!

Sand Island

I was taken back in my memory

To a place that I use to be

Mom and Dad were fishing there

On Sand Island is exactly where

Digging worms under the leaf pile

Across from the Boat launch for quite awhile

There was a lot of dirt beneath the ground

It was there that many worms were found

I didn't come to fish, I'd do as I please

To the Island's shore, to pick some wild peas

They were all along the shore, on the ground

I'd fill up a paper bag with all that I found

I'd come home when it was time to go

But those wild peas tasted good you know

I'd check for worms in every pod I'd taste

There wasn't a pea pod that would go to waste

I loved those days on Sand Island with Mom and Dad

And all the good times that I long ago had

I have so many memories I can go back to

So many happy ones that I've been through

Sand Island is what we sometimes called Seagull Island as well.

Today we know it much better as Aronson Island. Back then it was

all dirt roads. I was always catching frogs near the polliwog pond

just beyond the entrance. Today it is fixed up and has a bike path,

and is quite a tourist attraction. Not just for people, but birds from

all over love our island. I love going there today, as much as I did

back when I was a child. It is a beautiful place to spend a day.

Senior Companions

It's not easy growing old, no matter what you do

A Senior Companion is there, to help you through

When you lose some hearing, when you lose some sight

We are there to comfort you, and bring you some light

When your days feel numbered, and you think your life is done

We come into your world, to bring you some good fun

Crazy Eight, Rummy, Bingo, or Dominoes

Cribbage, Dice, Skipbo, because anything goes

We assist you, by bringing you somewhere

As we roll you along, in your wheelchair

We'll visit with you, and we will converse

Bring a smile to your face, for better not for worse

We'll bring you shopping, help you as you go

A friend in us, is what you'll come to know

Maybe a stroll outside, on a summer day

To watch the birds sing, and to watch them play

Whether it be games, which is a lot of fun

Or a conversation, like a One on One

We'll bring a smile, right onto your face

I can't think of it being, in a better place

As a Senior Companion, we are here to make

your life much more enjoyable. We play games,

talk with you, listen to you, and we understand

everything you are going through. We reach out

and we touch you with our presence, and our smiles.

Ships That Pass By My Window

Out my window, on the water is the Joseph L. Block

I see those ships coming in, around the clock

The Wilfred Sykes comes and goes a lot too

Every now and then, I see one I never knew

There's two ships named Tregurtha, the Paul and the Lee

And the Arthur M. Anderson, is another one to see

The Burns Harbor, and the Cason J. Callaway

Can be expected here, on almost any day

What is that ship? Oh it's the H. Lee White

I see it moving to dock, oh what a sight

Here comes the Hon. James L. Oberstar

Shining in the sunlight, it must have come far

I never know what ship I'll see when I awake

I grab my camera, to see what's on the lake

Here it comes, the Mesabi Miner

From the 15^th floor, nothing could be finer

If I can't see the name of the ship that I see

Dave has strong binoculars, so he'll tell me

It's enjoyable to see those ships come and go

When you're by the water, it's a Great Lakes Ship Show

Ships that pass by, carrying Iron ore

What a great view, I couldn't ask for more

There are many more ships that pass by, those

are just a few. Back as a kid we called

them Ore Boats and they carried Ore and unloaded

them and made the big Ore piles. They would be

all over the Train Tracks too. I love watching the Ships

come in and look out my window to see them.

Sidewalk Day

It’s Sidewalk Day in the summer, one day of the week
When all the businesses, have their sales on Ludington street
On the sidewalks, bargains are made
Some stands set up, serve lemonade

Sales can be found, look everywhere
Maybe you’ll find, something you need there
Is it something you want, or something you need
Is it something to hear, or something to read

Books and music, is what I’d always find
They always brought, pleasure to my mind
There would be ponies, for the kids to ride
While the parents, walked right by their side

In the early evening, the Escanaba City Band would play
Stopping in places, where they’d briefly stay
Upbeat and uplifting, I loved the sound of the band
On the corner of Ninth and Ludington, was the Popcorn Stand

But to this day, the Escanaba City Band still plays there each year
And the residents gather around and stop to listen and hear
A wonderful time is had by all who come
No matter where they are from

Every July, Escanaba has their Sidewalk Day. When I was younger,

it usually brought in many more people than it does today.

But it is still fun to see what the stores put outside,

and to listen to the City Band as they walk down

Ludington street playing as they go.

Smelting At The Old Wells Bridge

Catching smelt at the old bridge in Wells
Some old tires burning, I recall all their smells
We’d dip our net in, and hope it was filled
While the fires that burned, kept us from being chilled

I remember those nights, down at the old bridge
And the smelt that was cooked, and placed in our fridge
Sitting down there on the banks in the dark
Catching those smelt, became a work of art

Some seemed to think they had the right spot
But it was all proven in what was caught
The fun part was the place where we sat
Catching the smelt, as we took in a good chat

We’d bring the smelt home, and clean them to eat
We gave some away, but most we would keep
I remember the big pan, filled to the brim
Smelt we cleaned for Terry, we were all helping him

He wanted them all cleaned for the National Guard
It started out easy, but soon became hard
I remember smelting at the old bridge, and all that we caught
Long ago, at Wells, and I’m taken back with this thought

My brother Terry brought home all these smelt to be cleaned.

I recall those nights at the old Wells bridge, smelting.

The tires were burning, and people had their nets

full of smelt. We'd bring them home, and Mom

would cook them up for us for supper.

Spring Into Summer
© by Bud Lemire on May 19, 2010

On the grassy field I see many dandelions
Just another presence showing the spring signs
Lilacs on the bushes, what a beautiful smell
Birds singing in the trees, oh I know them well

The bumblebees are buzzing, right around your head
It’s so nice to have my bike out, it’s shiny and red
Down by the Water Plant, I take in the scene
Aronsons Island has turned a beautiful green

Butterflies flutter as they fly about
One of many miracles, Heavenly no doubt
Dragonflies are present, as they fly around
The divine presence, though they don’t make a sound

A short sleeved shirt on a warm sunny day
Beauty found everywhere, as I go on my way
The Sandpoint Lighthouse, so much history there
All around the city, it’s beautiful everywhere

The leaves on the trees, the smell of cut grass
Seeing and smelling it, as I ride my bike pass
People fishing, casting out their line
Capturing this moment, in the Spring Time

I love it when the day is warm, and you only need your T-shirt on.

When you hear the birds singing to each other from tree to tree.

When the butterflies and dragonflies and ladybugs are all

about flying around and landing wherever they want.

The smell of Lilacs, one of Mom’s favorites, and mine as well.

Oh how I love this time of year.

Take Me Home, Escanaba

Take me home, Escanaba

Down Ludington Street

Past the Sandpoint Lighthouse

To Aronson Island, where people meet

Drive by the Water Plant

You might just see Bob

The Great Blue Heron

Who begs for fish as a job

Let's go to the Band Shell

The City Band is there tonight

They play a variety of music

And it makes quite a sight

Take me home, Escanaba

To the Municipal Dock

People are diving and fishing

All around the clock

Take me to the Marina

Let's go out on a boat

On this Great Lake

It's always a good note

Take me home, Escanaba

Down Lake Shore Drive

So great to be here

So wonderful to be alive

*******************

Just a little ditty I wrote

about the place that is

home to me.

^{The
4th Of July}

As people gather at Ludington Park

To await the Fireworks when it is dark

The Escanaba City Band plays at the Bandshell

While vendors serve what they have to sell

Waiting for the Fireworks to start

While sparklers set off a spark

Firecrackers in the distant, so very loud

It's the 4^th of July, in this happy crowd

Chairs set around, as people chat

This is the place where it's all at

Friends are here, and family

So many people that you can see

There are people watching from atop the hill

A little kid has a drink just waiting to spill

Running down the hill, from here to there

The drink flies all over, everywhere

The Fireworks begin and soon starts the show

A display of lights that blast to a glow

All kinds of colors appear in the sky

It's another Escanaba 4^th Of July

I always enjoy watching the Fireworks and

chatting with different people I see down at

Ludington park. Listening to the Escanaba

City Band play while we await the Fireworks.

Watching kids play with sparklers. And of

course I take pictures to remember each year.

The 4^th Up North

We're celebrating the 4^th

Way up here in the Yooper North

Fireworks will be flying, and all colors will be seen

Blue, red, yellow, and let's not forget the green

People will be scattered, throughout Ludington Park

On the night we celebrate, it shall be quite dark

The Escanaba City Band, will put on quite a show

At the bandshell, is one place you can go

Many people will be there, some who have been away

Returning for the festivities, throughout the night and day

Sparklers will be seen, as the kids run around

Remember not to litter, it looks nasty on the ground

Some will have, their own private Fireworks show

The sky above Escanaba, will be aglow

Firecrackers will be noisy, at this time of year

Ear Plugs come in handy, for a good night here

On this Independence Day, let us celebrate

Becoming the nation we are today, that made us great

As you're celebrating, going back and forth

Remember, we're celebrating the 4^th Up North

It's always fun to celebrate the 4^th in Escanaba, no

matter which day we celebrate. Ludington Park is

a great place to be. Just a reminder, although we

have some really dedicated people here, who pick

up litter after the festivities, let's try to remember

to pick up after ourselves and not be slobs. We are

better than that. Enjoy the 4^th wherever you are and

whatever day you celebrate it on.

Happy 4^th from Up North!

The 45's

I've loved music, from the first moment I could hear

I'd listen to music, every day of the year

Mom would sing to us, a song that she knew

It played throughout my life, as I matured and I grew

My brother Terry, had an old record player I'd play

45s spun around, I listened to them every day

I bought my first new 45, it was ABBA's “SOS”

Yet, there was a place, where I could pay for them less

Upstairs of B.F. Goodrich, Major Utilities was found

Many days, it's where I was bound

Just a quarter for one 45, or five for a dollar

On my way home, I was so happy I could holler

Out of the Jukebox, and what a good deal

I lived in each song, even if it wasn't real

I heard about someone, selling a big box of 45s at a garage sale

On the south side, in the mid to late 70's, and this is the tale

Off I went, my Dad gave me a ride

A woman greeted me, on the inside

I was short of money, but Dad helped me out

He knew I loved music, he knew what fun was all about

In the year 2021, as it came to be

A Cousin told of, how her 45s were sold to me

You see, those 45s, influenced my musical taste

And to think, they almost all went to waste

These days, I share copies of the music I like to hear

With that very same Cousin, who is a friend and is dear

I didn't know her back in the 70's. It wasn't until the 90's

that we would find out we were cousins. Abba's “SOS”

that I bought was at Advanced Electric on Ludington street.

Major Utilities was on the East side of the building upstairs,

of B. F. Goodrich. A man with the last name of Flath and his

two sons ran the place.

The Canterbury Lady

There's this lady that I know

I like to visit whenever I go

To the Canterbury Book Store down the street

She's gentle, kind, and very sweet

Since I was a kid I'd always go there

She knows her books well and she'd always care

I'll never forget the first book I read

That started my journey putting thoughts in my head

Passing that way, I'd stop in for a look

To browse, or possibly pick up a book

We'd start up a conversation, and chat for awhile

She's a gentle soul, with a warm friendly smile

Whatever the subject is, she'll order it for you

The author, the title, or even if it's new

She treats all of her customers in a courteous way

In return they share their news of the day

With the words “May I help you?” and a smile on her face

Near the register in front, she sits at her place

Listening to customers, sharing what is new

Outside the window, there's quite a view

If you are Finnish, I warn you beware

She's proud of her heritage which she'll likely share

People from all, over stop in to find

A book they'll enjoy, to enrich their mind

If you like a good book, and enjoy all you read

Why not stop in, she'll find what you need

I know I'm much better, and I'm all I can be

Because I came in touch with the Canterbury Lady

The Canterbury Book Store is run by Mrs. Hivala.

She's been there for many years. I've been going there for many years to buy books.

Located on Ludington Street between North 10^th Street and North 9^th Street.

She is the Canterbury Lady, a warm and friendly person,

she'll help you find the right book for you.

The Chook

Nothing is as warm on the head as the chook

You'll find this in the Yooper dictionary, but no other book

In the west, they call it a stocking cap

But here in Upper Michigan, a chook is where it's at

It's called a ski cap on the east coast

In the Mid-West, it's called a chook the most

It feels so snug and warm on the head

When house temperatures are down, some wear it to bed

In the cold of winter, I never go anywhere

Without my chook, settled on my head up there

I have the chook covering my ears, so they won't freeze

While on my lower part, long Johns cover both sides of my knees

You almost have to be an Eskymo to survive

A cold winter in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, and stay alive

Icy roads and the constant falling snow

My chook and warm boots, to keep away popsicle toes

Life in the winter is much easier, when a chook is worn

And choppers on your hands, to keep your fingers warm

Yes, I'm dressed properly, for a winter in the U.P.

With the chook pulled down, it's good enough for me

In Australia a Chook is a Chicken. I'd look funny with a chicken on

my head. In Canada it is a Tuque. Here in the Upper Peninsula

of Michigan, a winter hat is what we call the Chook

The Deli Choice

As I enter Elmer's deli, I ask myself what will it be

Will it be ham or turkey, or the roast beef for me

I could have a little of each, if I want it that way

But I think I'll settle for turkey, on this special day

Next is the choice, of what kind of cheese

I point out my selection, thin sliced, please

The kind woman with the plastic glove, slices it for me

Then she weighs it, and labels the price it will be

My favorite kind of cheese, is American-Swiss

It melts in my mouth, like a warm gentle kiss

Next I'll take half a pound of muenster cheese to go

Cheese goes great in salads, in case you didn't know

I usually don't select, anything else by choice

Why those deli women, hardly know my voice

But every now and then, every once in a while

They may see my face, covered with a smile

For it does my heart good, to buy something I like

And carry it home, as I ride on my bike

It's quite healthy for everyone, to visit the deli for food

And it's great for the stomach, when you're in the cheesy mood

I don't visit Elmer's Deli as much as I did when I wrote this poem.

But I still stop occasionally for some good meat for sandwiches.

The Diving Seagull

I don't know what's happening, but I'll tell you true

If a seagull dove at you, what would you do?

I was taking a shortcut, by a popular local store

One that I had been to, many times before

When from atop of one store, a seagull dove at me

I couldn't believe what happened, so I turned around to see

That seagull had me in its sights, as I met its eye

I knew it was time for me, to make a fast goodbye

So I pedaled my bicycle fast to one store, and the seagull flew away

When I came out of the store, that seagull was going to pay

So I went back, to the place where the seagull sat

But there was no sign, of that diving seagull rat

It was several weeks later, I returned to that spot

That seagull dove at me again, it was right on the dot

I wondered what would cause, a seagull to dive at me

Some say it might have nest, and it was guarding it protectively

Well, on my way home, on a road not far from there

Two seagulls were diving down at me, then into the air

I tried to seek the answers, to see what I could find

That maybe the seagulls diving, was a certain sign

One seer of the spirits, told me what she already knew

"It was your paternal Uncle, trying to get attention from you"

I wonder what he wanted, if this is really true

And why he'd dive at me, I wish I really knew

One thing that I do know, I'll be careful every day

And watch for diving seagulls, that will come my way

This happened with Seagulls above the Staples store with young ones

I went into Super One and got some hard avocados. I would be ready.

The Farmer's Market

I’m going to the Farmer’s Market to get something

Going to find out what the farmers did bring

Located behind where the popcorn wagon use to sit

Going to go there and see what I can get

Farmers from Yooper country, bring their produce into town

Upon the stands they’re placed, for us to look around

Grown right here , in the U.P.

Maybe I’ll find something there for me

Once I bought some beets, and I tried something new

Made a beetroot sandwich, like the Australians do

Tomatoes, cucumbers, and some green beans

Several other foods, many assorted greens

Squash is there in Autumn, Acorn tastes so great

Zucchini is good in bread, it’s something that I ate

The farmers take pride, and bring them there to share

Placed upon the stands, so we will be aware

Come down and take a look, the price can’t be beat

You’ll find something good that you can eat

I’m proud of all the farmers that take the time to grow

All the foods at the Farmer’s Market, that helps enrich your soul

The Farmer’s Market is located between North 9th Street and 1st Avenue North,

and has been around for many years. Opened Saturdays and Wednesdays, when in season.

Note: Since this poem, it has moved to across from the old Junior High building.

They have many events there. Music, People selling things, and so much more.

The Fireworks Were Canceled
© by Bud Lemire on July 5, 2010

The Fireworks were cancelled on this 4^th Of July
Only rain clouds were seen up in the sky
Many were disappointed as the rain hit the ground
Think of all the greener grass that will be found

I love the green meadows of the grass so green
The trees are so colorful and make a beautiful scene
Helps the gardens so the veggies and flowers can grow
Rain does so much more than we will ever know

On a warm and muggy day rain feels so nice to me
Falling in sprinkles, it’s a feeling of tranquility
So the Fireworks were cancelled, no worries here
I hear the spirits as they whisper in my ear

“On your journey on the Earthly plane, changes will take place”
“You’ll have many road blocks that you’ll have to face”
“The rain that cancels events is a blessing in disguise”
“Nature’s gift to you, if you could only visualize”
“For rain means growth for the grass and for you”
“Remember this, the rain always brings something new”

As I ride my bicycle upon a rainy street
I’m thankful for each new day that I can complete
The Fireworks were cancelled, but that’s okay
We’ll have them once again, on a better day

Those that showed up on the 4^th, got drenched with rain. I was one of them. The following night I heard what sounded like the Fireworks from my window. Two stories were circulating. The first was that some people from Wisconsin were illegally doing some Fireworks and one of them got badly burned. I do remember hearing a siren that night. Another story is that the City had to do some of them because of the time limit to some of the Fireworks in order for them to work. Someone had fallen on the sidewalk going down the Park’s hill, and cracked their head.

The Hob Nob

I remember as a kid, going to a store

Picking out penny candy, who could ask for more

I lived a block away, when I was just a kid

Going to The Hob Nob, was something we did

Filling up a paper sack with candy every time

Are some special childhood memories of mine

The Wilbees ran the store when we went

When you have a sweet tooth, candy's Heaven sent

After we moved from the south, to the north side

My Dad would end up often, giving us a ride

Red Licorice sticks was a favorite I'd pick

Just enough sweet candy, without getting sick

It was a special day, when Dad would bring us there

Through the glass case, we would often stare

Then our tastes buds would kick in and help us pick

Before we even got home, we'd often take a lick

I kept going to the Hob Nob, until it closed one day

I hold those special memories , and they shall always stay

The paper sack filled up with candy that we got to pick

And among my favorite, the red licorice stick

I remember years later, not long before Vince Wilbee passed away. He was helping his son Dennis unpack some boxes at Wilbee's Pharmacy. I was walking by Vince, who use to run The Hob Nob. He looked up at me and said “Buddy! How are you doing.” I was impressed he recognized me, since I had changed so much over the years, or at least I thought I did. It was nice to be recognized after all those years. And so Vince, thank you for the Hob Nob, and the memories of a time that I shall always cherish.

The Ice Shack

He went fishing, out at his Ice Shack

Got to be careful, of that one large crack

Throw the line in, and see if you get a bite

See the line pulling, you can't beat that sight

“Maybe I'll catch a perch, or a bigger fish”

“My mouth is watering, sure would look good on my dish”

“Maybe a Trout, a Whitefish, or Blue gill will take the bait”

“I'll just sit here in my shack, and I will wait”

“Inside my shack, it is warm and I can sit”

“I love being out here, and it's so hard to quit”

“A hole for my line to go in, wishing for the best luck”

“Just the other day out here, I saw a mallard duck”

“A few Canadian Geese, are also around here”

“I heard them, as I was unloading my fishing gear”

“So peaceful, as I sit waiting for a bite”

“Catching many fish, is a highlight”

“I guess I'll wrap it up, supper is on the table”

“My wife and I will watch TV, we've got cable”

In da Upper Peninsula of Michigan, we have the

Ice Shacks, where people take their chances going

out to put up a shack or a tent, and drill a hole, in

hopes of catching a fish to their liking. Years ago,

I went to see my Dad's Ice Shack.

The Island

Many think of the Island, as a place of fishing

Some go there to heal, and do a lot of wishing

Many go there, to walk along the shore

Yet there are many, who do so much more

When your soul is hurt, and broken is the feeling

The Island is a place to be, to do a lot of healing

When a loved one passes, or you've been hurt in some way

Go to the Island, and spend it there on any given day

Peace will embrace you, silence will be the mind

Let your soul heal, and comfort you will find

Your worries, and your shattered soul, will lessen

Time spent on the Island, will truly be a blessing

You can launch a boat there, or a new beginning

When you're on the Island, your soul will be grinning

I think that's the reason, birds and other creatures go there

There's something about the Island, it has a healing air

Everyone needs a place to go, to make themselves whole

After you've been shaken, and broken is your soul

Come out to the Island, and you will feel

So much better, the peace will help you heal

Aronson Island is the place I am talking about. And it

has helped me and many others heal from pain, and loss,

and so much more. There's something about it that does

so much more than what you can imagine. Sure, you can

fish, swim, walk, and enjoy nature as well. But there is a

certain peace it gives you by being there, that heals any

hurt you have that has caused your soul damage. I should

know, as it has done wonders for me.

The Leprechaun

I chased a Leprechaun through Ludington Park

All dressed in bright green, it wasn't too dark

He kicked me in the left knee

And stole my camera away from me

I chased him around the Municipal Dock

In the snow he drew a shamrock

Out by the Water Plant I gave chase

It turned out to be a St.Patrick's Day race

By The Yacht Harbor, he ran right by

“I want my camera back!” I let out a cry

He smiled as he crossed the bridge and ran

He sure was faster than any other man

I chased him around Aronsons Island and the Beach House

That mischievous Leprechaun was quicker than a mouse

All through the Park and behind the Bandshell

He sure was putting me through a lot of hell

It was a green day in hell for me to say

When I'll let a Leprechaun get away

I'll get my camera back, you wait and see

He won't make a green monkey out of me

I found the snow quite packy and made a big ball

I watched the ice nearby so I wouldn't fall

As the Leprechaun came around the snowbank, I got ready to throw

The camera clicked, and the snowball I just let it go

I should have been worried, but my camera is okay

The Leprechaun just got up and he ran away

I wanted to get home, so I started walking back

I think he mentioned something about The Record Rack

Watch Out Steve & Sue!

The Municipal Dock

On the Municipal Dock
Is where I like to walk
You can see the Oreboats come in
And there are benches for sitting

There are flowers here, with a story of our past
And binoculars for you to see things closer real fast
You’ll always find some people fishing
Just sitting there with a pole, hoping and wishing

The young people go there to swim
They dive off the dock while the day grows dim
Boats will come, and they will dock
Because it’s always a good place to stop

You can see the Sandpoint Lighthouse from here too
And the Harbor Tower makes a fabulous view
The lighthouse on the water, can also be seen
The grass and the trees become a bright shade of green

I ride my bicycle often to this scenic square
I take photographs of the beauty found there
If you sit around watching the clock
Then it’s time you visit The Municipal Dock

Beauty is found many places, if you take the time to look

and be aware of what’s around you.

The Municipal Dock is in the perfect place for beauty to be magnified,

right on the water here in Escanaba, Upper Michigan.

The Night Nick Played

It was the night Nick played

In Escanaba he and Lisa stayed

Hardly anyone was there

But he didn't seem to care

He let his fingers play

While Lisa and I talked away

The music drifting throughout the room

With very little clapping to honor his tunes

Lisa took pictures of him, playing in the spotlight

On her face, admiration was in plain sight

After his performance was all done

We had jam sessions, which began the fun

The two Jims joined in

Jim Finlan and Jim Gehling

Letting music take them where it would

We listened as only music lovers could

At the 8th Street Coffee House at night

Lisa and cousin Bud took pictures of the sight

But only our souls, could capture the feelings then

When the people of our table, gathered together as friends

We were taken to a tranquil place

You could see satisfaction on every face

It was a time to remember, and I wouldn't trade

That time in Escanaba, The Night Nick Played

Thank you Nick & Lisa for making it one special night.

Even though Lisa isn't with Nick anymore, her life

went on and got even better. A wonderful man,

and a family that means the world to her.

The Old Carnegie Library

The Carnegie Library, was opened in the year 1903

And holds a lot of memories, there for you and me

At 201 South 7^th Street, made of Sandstone and Red Brick

All the books on the shelves, so many we could pick

Every time we went there, the old wood floors would creak

As we would find ourselves, among the many books we seek

Picking up the book, to see if it was the one we'd choose

On an overdue book, we always paid our dues

I remember Mrs Jensen, at the old Library here

At the Old Carnegie, where my memories are so dear

Downstairs for the children, greeted with a smile

That one book we looked for, became a bigger pile

She would find so many books, we were looking for

We'd be piled up with them, when we went out the door

She would always talk to us, with her hands on every book

And add it to our pile, that was all it took

In 1995, the Carnegie Library came to an end

The Escanaba City Library was born, and all was great again

The past was long ago, yet lives in our memory

Within every era, there's always a good story

My memories of the old Carnegie Library was going

downstairs and the books Mrs Jensen would pile in

our arms and we'd leave with. She'd always find

many books for us, and of course for me, I always

read them. Those memories, live within my mind.

The Pearl Mist

The Pearl Mist came in to dock, it's been here once before

It docked behind the library, right next to the shore

The Escanaba City Band was there, they played and sounded great

Welcoming this cruise ship, to this Yooper estate

Two Hundred And Ten passengers on six decks, watched the band play

As I took pictures from my window, on this special Wednesday

Mayor Mark Ammel, presented to the Captain a key

That opened the door to Escanaba, so welcoming and carefree

Made in Halifax, Nova Scotia in Two Thousand Fourteen

It travels around the Great lakes, and is widely seen

Its voyages take it around Ontario, Wisconsin, and Mackinac Island too

Traveling the cities on the Great Lakes, on the water so blue

On board are musicians, historians, and naturalists as well

Enjoyment for the passengers, whether it's hello or farewell

I listened to the Escanaba City Band play a song or two

I smiled as I am happy, to live right where I do

The buses came, to bring the passengers somewhere

Around Escanaba, to see what all was there

As I gazed out my window, from my Harbor Tower View

I saw some of the passengers, all waiting in queue

This was the second time this year that the Pearl Mist docked here.

It usually stays a day and then heads out again later.

I was able to take advantage of this day taking many pictures.

The Pond

I remember as a kid, watching the polliwog

On Aronson Island, soon to be a frog

A pond at the entrance, and the old dirt road

Behind it were plenty of frogs, even a toad

Green Leapers jumped fast and so very high

You'd have to be quick, or they'd all be bye bye

The toads just hopped along, they were slow

You'd always find them, wherever they'd go

We'd bring the frogs home, and put them in a box

One got away, because we didn't use locks

Into Mom's bedroom, and never to be found

No sleep for Mom, it was now Heaven bound

These days as I walk the Island's shore

I found a pond where frogs are galore

Instead of capturing them with my hand

I capture them with my camera, as I walk through the sand

It brought a big smile to my face

Bringing me back to my childhood, a wonderful place

From a polliwog to a frog, as time moves along

From a kid to an adult, in the Universal Song

Back then Aronson Island was all dirt roads, and it

was called Sand Island, and at times Seagull Island.

Right at the entrance was a big pond in the middle of

the sand, and it had Polliwogs in it. Behind that was

grass and many Green Leaper Frogs. Me and my friends

would be there catching the frogs. It was a lot of fun for

us kids back then. These days it is enjoyable just to see

the frogs and polliwogs and capture them with my camera.

Oh, the memories.

The Popcorn Stand

When I was younger, there was the Popcorn Stand
Which served us popcorn, which tasted grand
It usually stood on the corner on Ludington street
Next to Ninth Street north, and it couldn’t be beat

The Popcorn Stand went everywhere
I was always happy to see it there
You could see the server, passing popcorn out
While inside my mouth, taste buds danced about

I stood in line to get my fill
I had to be careful so I wouldn’t spill
They placed it in a little cardboard box
Red and white, the color to match my socks

I remember seeing it at the park
All lit up, serving popcorn in the dark
I know it must have been at the Fair
Yet my memory can’t recall it being there

My whole family bought popcorn at the Popcorn Stand
We munched on popcorn while we listened to the City Band
On Sidewalk Day, business was popping
There would be several Escanaba residents stopping

To this day popcorn is my favorite snack
Memories of the Popcorn Stand, always takes me back
Just a touch of salt, and a little more butter
Popcorn for my Sister, Brother, Father, and Mother

I remember the Popcorn Stand that stood on the corner of Ludington and North Ninth Street, and it holds a special place in my memories(and my stomach recalls it too).

This next one is a different poem

The Popcorn Stand

When I was a kid, I loved to stop at the Popcorn Stand

I'd munch on popcorn, as I listened to the Escanaba City Band

It would be there, on Sidewalk Day or in the Park

And on Venetian Night, it was lit up in the dark

It was on the corner, of North 9^th and Ludington Street

Next to Harry & Mac's, you'd get a haircut after taking a seat

It seemed that at every event, that's where it would be

And at that same event, that's where you'd find me

A red and white box, filled with popcorn to eat

With a little butter, now that can't be beat

Give me a root beer, to wash it all down

Nibble on popcorn, to prevent a frown

I was a happy kid, when I stopped at the Popcorn Stand

I thought life was great, I knew it was grand

Back in the sixties, the Popcorn Stand was there

And of course back then, I had darker hair

Even though I can cook popcorn, at home any time

The Popcorn Wagon, still crosses my mind

Every time I think, that life is so grand

I smile and think, of that Popcorn Stand

It was located there on North 9^th and Ludington, next to

Harry & Mac's Barber shop and Canterbury Book store.

I would stop there often for popcorn, and enjoyed it so

very much. Then it would be there on Sidewalk day. And

when the Escanaba City Band played down at the Bandshell,

it would be there too. On Venetian Night, it would be there too.

The Popcorn Wagon meant a lot to a kid like me. In my memories

I am standing there as a kid, waiting for my box of popcorn.

The Record Rack

As I move ahead in time, I am taken back

To the many memories spent at the Record Rack

Not only did I find a lot of music there

But two special friends and the times we did share

You can find your favorite music, at almost any music store

But you can only find two people like Steve and Sue Seymour

So when you come into their store, looking for a CD

You'll find these two watching you, in front is where they'll be

Steve is tall and skinny, and almost always wears a cap

Sue is short and stocky, and has the computer near her lap

They're the owners of the store, known as the Record Rack

If the music doesn't play right, they're guaranteed to take it back

They'll order any music, if it's not in stock today

It doesn't take long to arrive, unless it's on delay

They always try their best, to find what you're looking for

And offer their verbal assistance, as you walk in the door

They've seen a variety of music, pass through their hands

From the unknown artists, to the well known bands

They even met Roger Waters, of the band Pink Floyd there too

Other than that, it's just ordinary people like me and you

If it's something you're looking for, and you can not find

Most likely they can get it, so keep this in mind

If you know these two like I do, you really ought to know

When I leave their store, It's Rock N' Roll To Go

When I look back on the memories and music, I've collected along the way

I remember the special times that we shared, as I stopped there every day

I'd really like to write more, about them in this poem

But I'm having Whitefish for supper, so I must be going home

With these final thoughts in mind, as I walk out the door

My special friends, I love you guys, Steve and Sue Seymour

The Record Rack doesn't only sell music, but they also

sell DVDs, and game disks as well. They're changing with

the times to keep up with what the people want.

Stop in and say hello, and tell them Bud sent you.

Note: After 30 years, the Record Rack closed in 2015. But I shall remember this store, and the musical and special memories it brought for me.

The Salvation Army Bell

The Salvation Army Bell Rings

And the little Angel sings

Can you spare a quarter, a dollar, or a dime

For those with less, so they can have a good time

The bell ringers ring, for those who are in need

Those with much less, with so many mouths to feed

When I was a kid, and I remember it well

I hung out at the place, that started that bell

I joined a boys club, and we made many things

At the Salvation Army, where the bell rings

My Mom, with her friend, worked at the Thrift Store

With NuWay Cleaners, and Junior High next door

I remember in the alley, right behind there

There use to be caterpillars, on a tree, everywhere

These days, whenever I hear the bell ring

I think of the poor, and the smiles it'll bring

The happiness it'll bring to parents, who can't make a living

Because Christmas is more special, when it's love you are giving

As I stood there at Elmer's, waiting for my ride

I had a chance to look at people, from the inside

I saw their hearts, as they stopped for the bell

Unselfish and giving, I saw their souls as well

As I stood there, across from the bell ringer. People

coming out of Elmer's were grabbing their wallets

or purses and pulling out money to give. The

Salvation Army stands for something really

great when everyone knows in their hearts

what a great thing they do for those

who can't do it for themselves.

Thank you Salvation Army & Bell Ringers!

The U. P. State Fair 2023

I was once again at U. P, State Fair this year

Night Ranger, Switchfoot, Jackson Dean, all played here

Ashley McBryde too, they had sung and played

On the Midway was freshly squeezed lemonade

The Strolling Piano, played and sang music everyone knew

The Pork Chop Revue had tricks, that the pigs knew how to do

The Doves were released, each day at three

Everyone loved it, when the doves were set free

I rode my bike there, every day

I enjoyed Fair week, in every way

Norm's Fries, were so good to eat

A slice of Papa Murphy's pizza, was a treat

In all my years at the Fair, I've never tried

A Corn Dog before, but it sure felt good inside

I went through the barns, taking pictures along the way

I saw so many people, those I don't see every day

The Ferris Wheel, was changing colors in the night

Every ride was lit up, with some kind of colored light

Some of the rides, went so very high

You'd think, they touched the clouds in the sky

The Antique Village, and the Pocket park

Were booming with people, until it got dark

The Ruth Butler Building, had people selling things

The Petting Zoo was fun, but had no animals with wings

Some kids posed, with a alligator or a snake

Really? No kidding, give me a break

All in all, there were many people, it was a great time

I take it this year, with so many going, it was a good sign

2023 was a truly wonderful year at the U. P. State Fair

The U. P. State Fair Revisited

Every year I love going to the U.P. State Fair

There's so much to see as I look everywhere

The Petting Zoo, The Wildlife Zoo, and the barns to walk through

Why even Rex Rubenzer will possibly draw a caricature of you

Oscar the robot, or some other robot may appear

To give you some attention, you never know when he's near

The Miracle Of Life barn, where animals are being born

Croatian chicken, Norm's Fries, or even Kettle Corn

Cotton Candy, Elephant Ears, and Egg Rolls are there too

Walking down the Midway, there are many games for you

I use to like the game, put a quarter on a color and throw the ball

When I was younger I won a lot, but lately I don't win at all

A walk through the Ruth Butler Building, the 4H, or to see the art

All coming together at the U.P. State Fair, there to do their part

Some years of late, there's an act I've come to enjoy

The Kenya Safari Acrobats, “Wow!” and “Oh Boy!”

They have the evening concerts, performed at the Grandstand

It's always great music, put on by some popular band

There's dog shows, circus shows, all things that we like

Someone on a high wire was even seen on a bike

Lately I love to capture the people having fun

Enjoying their time at the Fair, a great time for everyone

Taking photos to show what is special about the U. P. State Fair

A place for us Yoopers, to gather and have some fun there

The U.P. State Fair only comes once a year

And I always make it there to enjoy each day

as much as possible. Every year it changes a little

Every year the acts and rides may change a bit.

But my view of the U.P. State Fair never does.

It is there for us to get away from our normal day,

and enjoy what they have presented to us. To have Fun!

The U.P. State Fair

It comes around in August, the U.P. State Fair

And there is always one day, that you'll find me there

Walking through the barns, or playing a game

Eating cotton candy, I'm sure glad I came

The Ferris Wheel, that so many people ride

But it's something, I have never tried

I like the Bumper Cars, they're a lot of fun

But I know, they're not for everyone

The Exhibition Building, and the Ruth Butler one too

So many things to see, all there waiting for you

The Youth and 4H, all for you to see

Displaying so much, for you and me

The Grandstand concerts, that come every year

For us to enjoy, wonderful music for our ear

The Pow Wows, Native Americans doing their dance

Throwing the ball on the right color, in a game of chance

Elephant Ears or a Wacky Wedge from Dean

Norm's French Fries, or a sno-cone that is green

The Tractor Pull, or Log Rollers that are there

And there's so much more, to see at The U.P. State Fair

U.P. State Fair, U.P. stands for Upper Peninsula,

which is the Upper Part of Michigan.

I live here, and I love the Fair.

The U.P. State Fair Again

I was at the U.P. State Fair again this year

As I watched all my money disappear

I enjoyed the barns and petting zoo

One of the monkeys reminded me of you

I saw kids in bubbles in a big swimming pool

The Mother and Daughter Trapeze act was pretty cool

Got stranded on Pirate Island and found some treasure

Eating Norm's fries was by far the greatest pleasure

The Camel's face got too close to me

The Fab Four made me think of “Let It Be”

The Kangaroos were hopping around

Drowning pool shook me off the ground

The Art Exhibit had a great picture there

A Sunset at Indian Lake someone wanted to share

The Cheese Artist carved a big block of cheese

I'll take mine in small slices, if you please

There's always The Miracle Of Life at the Fair

You can see them happening everywhere

The Antique Village is a great place to see

I saw John eating popcorn under a tree

The Oriental place were selling their egg rolls

And I met some really wonderful souls

I saw many people having fun at the U.P. State Fair

So I took pictures, because that's why I was there

I went three days to the U.P. State Fair this year and enjoyed each day.

I say this because I enjoyed watching people having fun. Which made

my photos even better. Because I could capture people at their best. I

did see Josh Thompson in concert and he put on a great show. There were

no birds in the barns due to the Bird Flu. But I saw all the other animals

that were there. the U.P. State Fair only comes once a year.

I enjoyed it as much as I could.

The Upper Peninsula Of Michigan

In the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, there's so much beauty to see

From Houghton and Hancock to Marquette and Negaunee

The Porcupine Mountains, Kitch-iti-Kipi, and the ghost town of Fayette

The Pictured Rocks, the Soo Locks, many places you'll never forget

The Keweenaw Peninsula, and the Portage Lake Lift Bridge

And Ice Fishing in the Winter, is like being in the fridge

From Escanaba and Gladstone, there's so much you can do

Ludington Park, or a visit to the DeYoung Zoo

Van Cleve Park, or a visit to Bond Falls

You go, when the Upper Peninsula calls

Mackinac Island, the Bridge, and the Fort too

There's so much to see, you'll never be through

Tahquamenon Falls, and Baraga State Park

You'll be traveling all day, until it gets dark

Lake Of The Clouds, and Brockway Mountain Drive

There's so much beauty, you'll be happy to be alive

Presque Isle Park, Ishpeming, wherever the road will take you

Stonington to see the butterflies, and skies so very blue

Sugarloaf Mountain, Iron Mountain, and so much more

Beauty found throughout this land, and on every shore

The Upper Peninsula Of Michigan, where beauty is everywhere

It's great to be a Yooper, and wonderful to be living there

It's great to be a Yooper and to enjoy all the beauty of living

in the Upper Peninsula Of Michigan, better known as the U.P.

Whether you are a native returning home for a visit, or a visitor

from elsewhere, it's a great place to be

The Word On Senior Companions

Senior Companions are well known, wherever they be

One of the best Volunteer Programs, you'll ever see

We're asking residents and In Home clients, what they are thinking

Rita smiles and says “They're great” and then she is winking

Those who have dementia, remember only at the time

Yet that moment comes again, their smile is a great sign

George says “I look forward to the people in Blue”

Sara was quick to say, “She's a friend I love talking to”

Jenna says, “We play cribbage, when he gets here”

“Crazy Eight,” says Pete, “Is a game I always cheer”

Molly smiles, “They truly are the best Companions to us”

Eleonor believes in her heart, they are people we can trust

Millie is glowing as she says “They're Angels! Angels in blue!”

Lucille says “Yes! There's so much they will do”

The residents have spoken, and you have heard

Senior Companions are special, that is the word

Being a Senior Companion is very rewarding.

Just to see the smiles on their faces when you

enter the room where they are. So many of them

look forward to you being there, to play a certain

game with them, or just to visit. Your understanding

of the place they are in their life, makes it all worth

while.

This 4^th Of July

Sitting by the Bandshell, in Ludington Park

The Fireworks will start, right after dark

They start off a little bit slow

After awhile, then they let go

I sit with my camera, snapping away

Hoping one of the shots, will be okay

A green one, a blue one, a fantastic white

Up in the sky, on this 4^th of July night

Sparklers are seen as kids run on by

As I take in the surroundings, with my eye

The City Band played earlier, before it got dark

A magical evening spent in Ludington Park

Oohing and awing, at each display in the sky

I know some people, that have just walked on by

Never knowing how each Firework will look like

I walked here tonight, left behind my red bike

The finalé is close, and spectacular to see

All shot close together, a great light show to me

It's time to leave, another year is done

This 4^th of July, sure was a lot of fun

Even though the fireworks don't change that much.

It's fun to sit in the dark and watch as they open up

in the sky, to be what they are. Never knowing what

color, or how big it will be. The reaction of the kids,

the gathering of people, and the feeling of just being

there and enjoying the time. Wishing everyone a

Happy 4^th Of July.

Through The Eyes Of A Senior Companion

Through the eyes of the Senior Companion, I've seen it all

The reason for each, and why they answered the call

What makes each of them special, and how do I know

I watch what is said, and I watch what they show

I imagined myself, I put myself in their shoes

I watched each of them, with the time that they use

Each one is special, in their own way

With their own unique style, they use every day

Nobody does it, quite the same

In fact, each have their own favorite game

Each have their own style

Some will laugh, some will smile

Helping is their job, in their own way

Their personality with each, is what makes their day

Nobody can be like another, unique is to be us

But these are some people, that you can trust

Deep inside, you will come to know

These volunteers, with a special soul

Every day, they give their all

They throw the dice, they catch the ball

When you wonder, when the day will be done

They bring along, their own style of fun

I applaud the Senior Companions, every day

I celebrate everything about them, in every way

Just this year I became a Senior Companion, and I've

met so many wonderful Senior Companions that I work

with. We aren't working alone, we work as a team to

make those who struggle, make it through their days,

brighter with cheerfulness and fun. Each Senior

Companion I work with, has their own style of helping.

And their own method, and personality, that they bring

to the program. I'm proud to be a Senior Companion,

and work along some really wonderful people.

Two Artists

She was nestled up there in a tree

The most beautiful woman you ever did see

She was a singer and played the guitar

He said “Babe, you're going to go far”

With a sketch pad, he drew her sitting up there

As she sang a love song like a prayer

He was great at drawing faces

Had her shaded in all the right places

She sang a song about love and life

His thoughts were of her becoming his wife

She wore a long dress that fit with a summer day

It was picture perfect in an artistic kind of way

The wind came along and blew her hair out of place

As he captured with his pencil, the smile on her face

She sang a song that I've never heard

He seemed to be feeling every word

With pencil in hand, I could easily see

He was moving in rhythm with her song from the tree

Two artists came together, two hearts beating strong

United in their passion, that they both brought along

On Aronson Island, just pass the Boat launch,

there is a bunch of trees all growing out together.

A young woman with a guitar climbed up into the space

between the trees, while her friend picked up his sketch pad to

draw her there. Her smile was beautiful, her voice like a bird.

He was feeling it, and as she sang and strummed on the guitar,

he was drawing the beautiful woman of his dreams on the sketch pad.

UnFair

For twenty eight years she's been the speaker at the Fair

At the police building, now she is off the air

What was the reason, of why they let her go

The proper thing would have been to let her know

She had her plans that she would be there

Until she heard she was replaced, which was so UnFair

What happened to make them change their mind

It came as a surprise, not a pleasant one to find

Was it due to the strike, she stood up for

Against a drunken driver, which was too hard to ignore

The Vets were going to honor him with an award

Because of him, her friends are with the Lord

She did what anyone would do

Standing up for what holds true

You have to stand for what is right

I wonder if the Fair manager could shed some light

Would be nice to know the why

Why they replaced her with a guy

She was good at what she did there

I really believe they treated her UnFair

After 28 years, in 2006 Denise Sayklly was informed

that the Fair had found someone else to be the speaker.

She wasn't told why they replaced her. She will be missed

at the Fair by her many friends.

Venetian Night

Down at the Yacht Harbor on Venetian Night

All the boats parade the water with colorful lights

Decorated in lights, all over their boats

As we watched from our car, those waterway floats

From Aronson Island, as they flowed past

They moved at a pace that was not too fast

Passing by the Water Plant, into the Yacht

Some had sails, while others did not

Some lights were colored, but it wasn’t always so

Many were perfectly arranged, just for the show

Just like the house lights, around the Christmas Holiday

Only back then, these were on the waterway

Everyone who watched, picked the most beautiful one

Comparing notes, and it sure was a lot of fun

The Popcorn Stand was there, so I got me some

While more boats passed by, the night wasn’t done

I watched every boat pass, lit up in the Yacht

While enjoying the popcorn I recently bought

Boats of every size, lit up so bright

A parade on water, on Venetian Night

Venetian Night hasn't been around in awhile,

but I remember the times we had watching them.

When they did bring them back, years later,

many weren't lit up like they had them when I was kid.

Waiting For The Blue To Show

I'm waiting for the blue to show

They're coming today, this I know

When they come, they bring a smile

They make me feel good, for quite awhile

They bring me to Bingo, so I can play

Some even sit down, and they stay

I love it when I win a prize

Doesn't matter what their size

Oh yes, I'll play Cover Up too

They'll be there, the ones in blue

Guiding me as I shake the dice

I must say, they sure are nice

I like purple, but I love blue

In fact, I like everything they do

They bring a smile to a lonely heart

In this lifetime, they play a special part

Oh what a special day it will be

I watch and look and hope to see

They're coming today, this I know

I'm Waiting For The Blue To Show

The Blue by their well known name are

Senior Companions. I'd like to think if

I was old and lived alone or in a Nursing

Home, I'd look forward to the Blue to show.

They are fun loving people, and I'd enjoy my

time with them. In fact being a Senior Companion,

I work with some of the best people in Blue.

Washington School

I'm taken back, a long time ago

Teachers and classmates, that I came to know

I didn't start there, I'll have to skip just one

Memories of going there, we sure had a lot of fun

First Grade Mrs. Woodard, Second Grade Mrs. Cass

Third Grade Mrs. Sprague, time sure went fast

Fourth Grade Mrs. Tippett, Fifth Grade Mr. Leduc

In the Winter time, we had to wear a chook

The Sixth Grade, we had Ms. Severe

I remember the teachers from every year

In Second Grade, we moved from the old to the new

After Washington School, is when I really grew

Memories bring me back there, with just a thought

And I find myself in the class, right at that very spot

Playing marbles, tether ball, or on the Jungle Gym

As children, we did so many things on a whim

Being a Cross Guard, was something to enjoy

At Washington School, I was just a little boy

As Washington School, the building we once knew

Becomes a sports field, its schooling days are through

Of course it's been awhile since it was a school. Many times

priorities come first. Safety for the kids who go to the school

once called Junior High. Changes are a part of life. We all

know about them, as we have each gone through so many.

Seems like every year there are changes, of one kind or another.

Our memories of that time will always be with us, or in my case

written down in a poem or somewhere else.

Since then, the school was torn down. All I have now is pictures

and memories to remind me of those days.

Yoopers

Where's the best place to be

How about smack dab in da U.P.

Yoopers are the people found here

Some you'll find holding a beer

Me, I love the beauty all around

But Escanaba is where I'll be found

Taking pictures and writing poems

Far away from Trolls and Gnomes

I love it here where I was raised

If you love beauty, you'll be amazed

The beauty here is found everywhere

Just a warning to be aware

You'll never want to leave this place

You'll come to know each friendly face

Winters can get so very cold

Summers are always put on hold

Whatever Season it happens to be

Da U.P. Is the place for me

Some come UP here and take a look

Bring your camera and a good book

Relax and enjoy the beauty here

And some Yooper will hand you a beer

I don't drink, except to drink in the beauty that

is found here every year. For those who don't

know, the U.P. Is where Yoopers are from the

word U-per for U.P. Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

Which is above the Mackinac Bridge and borders Wisconsin.

You're Probably From Escanaba If...

You're probably from Escanaba if

Its history and memories give you a lift

If you've cruised down Ludington street and you've seen

Ludington Park with the grass so brightly green

If you've been in the Beach House and over the bridge too

And wandered around the Island when skies were blue

If you fished by the water plant on a warm summer night

Or at the Municipal Dock took in a beautiful sunset delight

If you listened to the City Band play at the bandshell

Or heard the ringing of St.Joseph Church's bell

If you remember or climbed Horseshoe Hill

Or on Ludington street had a Chinese Fire drill

If you caught pollywogs in a pond by the island road

Or chased frogs or even caught yourself a toad

If you caught fish in a hole in the ice

Or at Mueller's Restaurant had a pizza slice

If you bought your groceries at the A&P store long ago

Or stopped by Jupiter, or Kresgies, then you might know

If you were a regular at Ernie's Party Store every day

Or stopped in to Gus Asp, because it was on the way

You're probably from Escanaba if you enjoy this poem

And it brought you back to the place you call home

Just a poem to share with all my Eskymo friends

Bud's Poetry By Category

Monday, December 25, 2023

Escanaba, The U.P., & Michigan

Cold Out Dere, Aye?

Smelting At The Old Wells Bridge

The Municipal Dock

No comments:

Post a Comment

Poetry Intro and Index

Report Abuse