The Harbor Tower

After returning from Washington State in 2004, I lived with my brother Clyde for a few months. On July 1, 2004 (my Mom's Birthday), I moved into an apartment on the 15^th floor at the Harbor Tower. I've made many friends there. Many have moved out, several have passed away. These are some of the poems I wrote that are associated with people I have met while living here. Some humor on some, and much more.

Here is the index followed by the poems

A Better Man (2009)

A Cup And A Smoke (2009)

A Deadly Curse (2005)

A Good Bud (2008)

A Harbor Tower Christmas (2004)

A Harbor Tower Christmas 2005 (2005)

A Harbor Tower Poem (2005)

A Lonely Soul (2006)

A Song Of Life (2006)

A Tulip Among Flowers (2007)

A Warrior At Heart (2011)

Accept Him (2020)

Alice My Friend (2006)

An Open Minded Soul (2014)

At Heaven's Door (2013)

Bewitching Tower (2008)

Bill's Song (2014)

Bob (2011)

Brian (2016)

Bud, Our Tower Poet (2005) by Loretta Iverson

Charlie (2013)

Christine (2011)

Christmas Cards (2009)

Christmas Cheer (2007)

Cockroach! (2009)

Crazy Katie, A Special Lady (2004)

Differences (2006)

Don, The Pie Man (2010)

Door Decoration (2022)

Evelyn (2007)

Friends For Company (2004)

Friends That Are Here (2010)

Gentle Old Soul (2009)

Good Deeds That Go On (2009)

Halloween (2016)

Halloween 2023 (2023)

Halloween At Harbor Tower (2022)

Halloween At The Tower (2018)

Halloween Night At The Tower (2005)

Happy 30^th Anniversary Steve (2007)

Happy Birthday Mary Lynn (2005)

Happy To Live Here (2010)

Harbor Tower Christmas (2005)

Harbor Tower Sunrise (2005)

Harbor Tower View (2004)

Haunted Tower (2010)

Helping One Another (2011)

Herb (2023)

He's A Good Man (2009)

Horseshoe Larry (2005)

Housefly Heaven (2007)

I Came Here To Grow Old (2009)

I'm A Private Man (2021)

Jimbo (2004)

Josephine (2012)

June (2006)

Len, The Maintenance Man (2006)

Leonora (2023)

Lock Your Door (2008)

Loretta, Loretta (2006)

Loretta, My Friday Fish Friend (2014)

Loretta, One Special Lady (2018)

Loss, Unaware (2010)

Lynn And The Martins (2014)

Marbles Falling (2010)

Margaret, My Neighbor (2004)

Michael (2018)

Michelle (2008)

Missing Light (2004)

More Or Les (2009)

My Friend John (2012)

My Silo Haven (2024)

Night Ship (2004)

No Power In The Tower (2005)

Outside My Window (2008)

Penny (2017)

Peeking Around The Corners (2010)

Perfect To Be (2017)

Picture This Woman (2017)

Right On The Mark (2009)

Roger, My Friend (2021)

Santa's Gift (2006)

Sharon, A Caring Person (2005)

She Dances With Wolves (2010)

She Wore A Grin (2009)

Ships That Pass By My Window (2016)

Sister Dyonne (2011)

Snow Light (2017)

Soft Spoken Man (2004)

Stinky Perfume (2016)

Strangers And Friends (2009)

Tess (2012)

The Ballad Of Mike & Bev (2015)

The Circle Drive (2006)

The Devil's Got Your Soul (2011)

The Force Is With You (2016)

The Free Items Table (2019)

The Frog Lady (2012)

The Good Lady Of The Tower (2006)

The Gossip Room (2011)

The Halloween Tower (2006)

The Harbor Tower Staff (2016)

The Thompson Family (2013)

The Two Junes Tune (2006)

Their Earthly Home (2006)

Two Sisters (2004)

Underneath The Door (2005)

Uplifting Poems (2008)

Wandering Alice (2005)

Who Took The Poem? (2011)

With A Smile (Mike Thompson) (2023)

Write One About Me (2006)

You're A Good Man, Rob (2014)

A Better Man

She saw good things in him, when others saw him rude

Maybe it was love that has changed his mood

I noticed changes in him these days

He seems to be kinder, and polite in many ways

Sometimes we're stuck in a certain phase

Until love finds us hiding in the haze

With eyes that see beyond and clear

It pulls us close and holds us near

The New person he's become is a step up

He's got a gentle heart pretending that it's tough

I think love is good medicine for everyone

It opens up the heart and soul, and lets in the sun

We must not be afraid to feel

The feelings of love when they are real

Let go of the negative, embrace the light

Give in to the great feeling, don't try to fight

Some people can see things in others that many don't

They get a closer view when others won't

He showed her his good side

That was otherwise hidden by pride

Because of love, he's become a better man

An improvement to be proud of, I know I am

This is for two special friends, who have found something so wonderful.

I just hope they don't lose it. I'm wishing them a successful life filled

with happiness.

A Cup And A Smoke
© By Bud Lemire on May 16, 2009

I remember long ago in my memory
Seeing Mom and Dad at the table with a cup of coffee
A cigarette in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other
It was enjoyed so much by my Father and my Mother

It’s been a tradition that many still do
A morning ritual that helps you get through
A cup and a smoke, early in the day
A smile and a feeling, to send you on your way

I grew up on coffee, drank it as a kid
Dunking toast in it, was what I always did
Some cream and sugar to make it sweet
Two more slices in the toaster and my breakfast was complete

I never smoked, but I know the feeling that’s there
When the sensation from a puff, touches you everywhere
I get that feeling from many things that I do
But I do understand what the smoke does for you

I raise my cup to my smoking friends here
“This coffee tastes good, I wonder if I could have a beer?”
“Maybe I’ll settle for a toast to dunk in my cup”
“Hold that elevator for me, I’m going up”

I wrote this poem for all my friends who come down early in the morning to have cup of coffee with their smoke. In all kinds of weather, they come down. They gather around and meet others who do the same. In many ways it’s better than being alone in your apartment. Making new friends, and sharing your thoughts and latest news.
Like many places, the health of the many outweigh the choices of the few. I know it becomes an inconvenience, but think of it as prolonging other lives of the ones that don’t smoke. It’s your choice to smoke, so this is in honor of all my smoking’ friends. Drink a cup of coffee and have an enjoyable smoke.

A Deadly Curse

There came a noise in the middle of the night

It seemed some neighbors here had a fight

He was in a drunken rage, while she watched in fright

He stormed out, while she found her way to my light

He threw the phone, and it did break

My light was on, so I must be awake

It happened while they were in bed

She said it left a lump upon her head

She was so scared, as I watched her tears

To see him like that, unleashed her fears

I've never seen him quite like this

Our nights usually ended in happiness

She was shaking from what transpired

I was awake, but gradually getting tired

She used my phone to call up a friend

So soon her heart could be on the mend

The police arrived with questions they sought

I hoped that he would soon be caught

But I wished inside, that she would know

From this experience, she would grow

I know about drinking, things only get worse

For alcohol in people, is a deadly curse

I hope that you will take my advice

To search for someone who will treat you nice

This couple lived right down the hall from me,

here at the Harbor Tower, in 2005.

A Good Bud

He's a good dog, I should know

Never saw him hurt a single soul

Always looking for a friend

Never thought his time here would end

So he's roaming free, he's under his Master's eye

I never saw any of the residents cry

Everyone who knows him, say he's very tame

So tell me, who's placing the blame?

Someone who has nothing better to do

Than to point the finger at me or at you

Instead, they put the blame on Bud running free

When in fact, what did they really see

I can't see Bud biting anyone here

Yet I know several who deserve it, I fear

I won't point fingers, I know who they are

The Buds know, and you won't get very far

It's time to stand, for what will and what I might

If Bud hasn't hurt anyone, then staying here is right

He's done nothing wrong, so why can't he stay

He's a good Bud, and he is okay

I vote we keep Bud here, if he hasn't done any harm to anyone

Note: I realize after writing this, that rules have to be followed,

and if you don't have your dog on a leash, it's your fault.

A Harbor Tower Christmas

It's a Harbor Tower Christmas here

All the way to the top with cheer

The elevator goes up and down

And makes the Jingle Bells sound

The wind is blowing

Outside it's snowing

The lobby is filled with the people who are dear

People gathered around from every floor here

Laughter is heard, by the lobby Christmas Tree

Someone is sharing a long ago memory with me

The older they are, the more memories they share

It's not the presents they have, but that they care

It's the journey they took, to get to this place

I listen quite closely, as a smile's on their face

Life isn't the same as it was once before

I could see she's gone through, the time zone door

“Mom handed me the present, It was a doll

Dad took my picture, I was there by the wall

I was so happy, a doll of my own

I gave it away, when I was full grown”

“My daughter loved it, and when she grew

She gave it to her daughter, and she loved it too

It's been through the years, and still looks brand new

Still has the dress, of a bright color blue”

I saw a tear fall as she smiled at me

I could tell it was a deep memory

I could tell others had their own memories to share

But I thought of that doll, and I started to stare

I was taken back to my own memories

It was a cold winter, with snow on the trees

I got the best gift, that I'd ever received

A little terrier dog, such a wonderful breed

Mom and I loved him, and he sure loved me

He'd unwrap his own presents from under the tree

He sure had such a wonderful heart

Talented as anything, he sure was smart

There goes those people, singing Jingle Bells

Of all the stories. memories that they tell

The presents we find, is the presence we keep

Of a Merry Christmas that's not filled with grief

A Harbor Tower Christmas 2005

Gather around the Christmas Tree

This is a Merry Christmas from me

I want to wish you all a special holiday

But there's so much more I want to say

The true joy of Christmas aren't the gifts we give

It's the love we share each day that we live

Sharing a smile with a fellow resident

Can be more rewarding than any present

The time spent with a lonely soul

Shines brighter than you'll ever know

Brighter than the brightest star

Giving love will take you far

Everyone here is special, from the first to the eighteenth floor

All have come here, from a place they were before

They all carry scars, from another time

Filling up their memories, somewhere in their mind

Give them each a smile

It only takes a short while

Give a part of you

Let your spirit come through

Christmas at Harbor Tower

Is a special time each hour

As one, let us all unite

In love and spiritual light

Merry Christmas to all my friends here at Harbor Tower.

May the love and light let your spirit shine through

on this special holiday. ~Bud~

A Harbor Tower Poem

Here's a Harbor Tower poem

For you to read as you sit at home

I write them and post them for you

They come to mind from out of the blue

Words from my heart, and from my soul

To share with you, so you will know

I tell of beauty, seen all around

Uplifting topics, to lift you off the ground

I write about creatures, that I see in my day

So you can envision them the same way

Maybe it'll be a poem about a dream come true

Or it might even be a poem about you

There are many people here, all of them unique

Individuals making a living, every day of the week

Some whose journey of life have brought them here

To find a safe home, to live in without fear

You'll find them here, both high and low

Friends and neighbors you'll come to know

People here from every age

Sharing stories of their life's stage

So here it is, a Harbor Tower poem

From a friend up high, you're not alone

For I live here, and I do care

Here's the poem, I wish to share

This is for all my friends at the Harbor Tower, my home also.

A Lonely Soul

Behind the door, there lives a lonely soul

Maybe it's someone that you might know

Hardly anyone stops to visit her there

It makes you wonder if anyone cares

Maybe in the lobby is where she'll find a friend

She puts on a smile, but it's too hard to pretend

Where are her friends, where is her family?

"Why don't my children come to visit me?"

Pushed aside like an old pair of shoes

Out of touch with her family's news

She never asked for this, to grow so old

Solitaire, life's unfair, her heart is growing cold

Watching out her window, as each car passes by

"Why doesn't someone stop in, even to say hi?"

"It would take a minute, and I'm sure that they would see"

"That it would be rewarding, to make me so happy"

"I guess they're caught up in their own lives, and don't think of me here"

"I remember when they were children, I always calmed them of their fear"

"Their lives are so full, in their spare time, they relax"

"Soon I shall be gone, and those are the facts"

"I wonder how they'll feel when I'm no longer here"

"I wonder if upon their faces, there will be a falling tear"

"Maybe they won't miss me, and then they will know"

"Is it possible, in your life, you know A Lonely Soul?"

A Song Of Life

She sits there searching, for pieces to find

A tranquil feeling, flowing through her mind

Meditation, in a certain way

After a long, hard working day

Others will come, and sit down and look

Sharing their life’s story, as if from a book

In this room, she hears it all

While she further completes, the scenic jigsaw

Looking after her Grandson, that she took under her wings

In another part of the building, he silently sings

A song of life, about all the ties that bind

Of a Grandmother’s love, one who is so kind

It’s not easy for either, to be where they are

The journey is tough, but it’ll take them far

They’ll look back on these times, with a good attitude

Special memories to cherish, like a jigsaw that is glued

For we choose where we are, and we choose where we go

We choose everything, that we want to know

Just as it is, with everything that we feel

It is the same, with my friend Barb Papile

This is for Barbara Dart-Papile-Olsen,

a good friend who enjoys a good book

and a good poem (usually mine)

A Tulip Among The Flowers

So many things you must have seen, on the way to this age
Each year like a chapter, as you kept turning the page
The changes that kept being made
Like a moving picture come to life parade

The people the places, as time passed on by
Some good, some bad, memories that will never die
The progress that the world had gone through
All seen, felt, and experienced by you

You were a part of your family history
You could tell stories of how things came to be
Living life every minute and all those hours
You were a Tulip, among all the flowers

Dora, one can only imagine all the pain
Your strength must have kept you sane
Good health, you must have been blessed
The Angels helping you through each test

I only crossed your path briefly a time or two
But in those times, I felt a good soul in you
Friends and family by you, you’ll never be alone
Dear friend, I honor your life in this poem

For my friend Dora, who has reached 100 years of life on

May 3rd 2007. She is indeed a Tulip among the flowers.

A special person who’s journey has taken her so far.

May the Angels keep on guiding you on the rest of your journey of life.

A Warrior At Heart

With our first handshake it was easy to see

This guy would be a good friend to me

His spiritual journey is similar to mine

A warrior at heart following his native line

His moods surfaced in the way he was feeling

Aches and pains all over while his body was healing

He joined in the fun in a game of dice

And was always open to some friendly advice

We shared in music and a trivial blast

Listening to TV Themes songs from the past

He loves his movies and collected quite a few

Sometimes we'd have a quiz on the actors he knew

An apartment decorated in Native American stuff

He'd pick up some more, because there was never enough

Recently I saw him dressed up for Starfleet

Battling the Klingons, he never gave in to defeat

All in all, he's a good friend to know

If we went through his pain, our feelings would show

The struggles he's had was only the start

For this brave man who is A Warrior At Heart

Tony Strandburg, this one is for you. You've been through

so much in your lifetime, and can still laugh. I treasure

the friendship that we have since we met. I wish you peace

as you travel down life's path to where you belong.

Accept Him

“You see me as lazy, but what you don't see”

“I'm Mentally Challenged, it's all that I can be”

“I may not follow, exactly what you do”

“Yet there are things about me, that you never knew”

“I have a big heart, that is pure and true”

“I keep company, in the way that I do”

“I lend an ear, and I listen with my soul”

“The friends that I visit, they always seem to know”

He's an Angel, disguised so that you

Can open up your eyes, to see what is true

The residents see it in him, every day he's there

Why can't you see it, don't be so unfair

He does what he does, in the only way he can

It's not hard to understand, he's a simple man

Accept him, he is not you nor me

Acknowledge him, for his way holds the key

“I know exactly how you feel towards me”

“That is why I wish, you would just let me be”

“I love this job, these residents love me too”

“You need understanding, because you haven't a clue”

Why are you always at odds, and to him you say

“Do what we're doing, because it's the only way”

He's not lazy, but there are things you need to know

Why do you feel this way, no need of stones to throw

I've seen him embraced by many people thanking him for his

companionship. I've seen him put smile on people's faces where

there was none before. I've seen him make people laugh. What's

really funny is, we at the Harbor Tower know and love this man.

One thing you may not have known is, ever since I moved into

the Harbor Tower, he's been a friend of mine.

For my friend Jim Newhouse.

Alice My Friend

Through my peep hole, in the hallway light

You and Ruthie, were saying goodnight

I'd open my door a crack to say hello

The elevator arrived, it was Ruthie's time to go

You came to my door, to talk with me awhile

I knew you were weak, but you still held a smile

You said you had some decisions to make

And the result was endless pain, which was so hard to take

Still your life went on, you did your best

While life kept on giving you a challenging test

You knew what was coming, and what was there

And when the time comes, you'll be aware

"I've lived a good life, I'm happy to say"

"And when it's my time, I'll be on my way"

The Angels will be there, when your life is through

You'll rejoice without pain, and begin life anew

But those left behind, will remember you well

A dear sweet lady, who fought through life's hell

I know one thing, when your time comes to an end

Heaven will gain an Angel, it'll be Alice My Friend

Alice is 89 years old and has cancer.

She passed away.

She lived on the 15^th floor, right

down the hall from me.

Alice Vanderlinden was Ruth Sovey's sister.

Ruth lived on the 17^th floor at this time.

An Open Minded Soul

Something that is good to know

Someone with an open minded soul

Open to anything we can talk about

This person is without a doubt

Honest and reliable, trustworthy too

Knows his music, and what to do

When we sit in the lobby and visit awhile

There's a lot of information behind his smile

A variety of subjects, anything at all

He has something to say, never has a wall

Easy to get along with, at least I think so

And he is someone, that everyone should know

He played in a band some time ago

I find him to be an Open Minded Soul

He sits there drinking his Mountain Dew

And he'll strike up any conversation with you

You just never know where the subject will go

When you talk with this Open Minded Soul

I always find our visits a pleasure

He's a good friend that you can treasure

For the Open Minded Soul named Steve

Thank you Steve Seaburg, for your wonderful

personality and conversations.

At Heaven’s Door
© By Bud Lemire on Jan 13, 2010

Ernie, it was your time to go
But it’s never too late to let you know
Just how much we’ll all miss you
Dear friend of mine, and cousin too

You lived here at the Tower, it was your home
Often you and Joyce would stop to read my poem
I don’t know if you knew it was me
That wrote all the poems that you would see

You called me Buddy, sometimes your words were rough
But I threw them back at you, enough was enough
I remember when I first met you, I knew your grandparent’s surname
My Great Great Grandfather’s name was exactly the same

Beauchamp “The Beautiful Field” comes from St.Polycarpe
It’s where the Flat Rock Beauchamps got their start
Ernie’s Grandfather Treffle also came from there
I traced our ancestors with my Savior Faire

Now he’s with those that had come here before
Young and strong again, At Heaven’s Door
I can see his face and his wonderful smile
As his spirit dances down the Heavenly aisle

Ernie my cousin and friend, in the Spirit World

with the Angels and the spirits of our ancestors. Thank you

so much for blessing us with your presence here on Earth.

So glad I had the chance to meet and know you. May the

light of life carry you through your continuing journey

in Heaven. ~Buddy~

Bewitching Tower

It was Halloween at the Tower, in the alternative universe

Where things kept getting bad, until they got worse

Len did his best to keep order at hand

But there were some things he couldn't understand

The male residents all had pumpkins as heads

The females were witches where they were lead

They had green faces, that looked so real

Mark and Steve tried taking one off, but it wouldn't peel

A witch on her broom came flying by

Waving a wand, shouting “you're all gonna die!”

Mark was heard loudly , “What kind of crock is this?!”

While Steve just ducked and swore, he sure was pissed

Judi came out of the office to see what was the commotion

While one witch sneaked in and switched her coffee to potion

She asked Mary Lynn if the coffee tasted alright

But there was no Mary Lynn, she was nowhere in sight

All of a sudden Judi felt a change come over her face

Her ears and nose got much bigger and warts were all over the place

She ran out of the office, terrified of this event

Down the hallway was the direction she went

In the Maintenance room the Tower workers huddled together

Seems each Halloween brought them too much pressure

Mark had an idea that would help them out

There's a Wizard on the 15th floor, might know what this is about

He ran for the elevator, pushing the button to go

Just missing a witch who dived pretty low

On the 15th floor the Wizard was home

As the door opened up, he wasn't alone

Mark started to explain, but then became mute

The Wizard just smiled in his black suit

The Wizard's companion had glowing blue eyes

And with her dark hair, she was the exact same size

Both agreed, this Halloween party had gone too far

Time to find out who these Halloween Villains are

The Wizard's companion then cast a spell

The source of the chaos was easy to tell

“Someone at the top of the Tower is using magic here”

“A spell that is very strong but nothing to fear”

“Between us two, we'll soon have the order back”

“The Tower will be set free of this ghastly attack”

As Mark stood there staring, they both disappeared

He hoped it was them and not what he feared

The Wizard and his companion appeared at the scene

“Damn! Those witches skin really are green!”

She smiled and some words were spoken

The witches laughed thinking she was joking

He raised his wand and in a blink of an eye

The witches and pumpkinheads, all went bye bye

And the Tower was once again back on its feet

Everyone was happy, not a trick, but a treat

Happy Halloween Everyone! - Bud

Bill's Song

Bill and Liz waited for that special day to arrive

Such a joy, a baby boy, born April 21, 1965

His name was Bill, Escanaba born and bred

This is my view of his song going through my head

I first met him at the Harbor Tower, he lived on the first floor

I saw him often coming in and out of his door

We'd say hello in passing, not much more than that

He seemed like a good guy, he knew where his life was at

Then there was Krystal, she had a crush on Bill

He filled a place in her heart, nobody else could fill

But pills made him act a bit crazy half the time

Family and friends told her he wasn't her kind

She fought them all for the love that she knew

But those negative forces were making her blue

She saw within, she felt something there

He had a good soul, and they were unaware

He moved out of the Tower, to just a block away

And I saw him with his buddy Axel, almost every day

I'd take a picture when I saw them in the park

In the afternoon, because I didn't take pictures in the dark

He seemed to me to be pleasant and kind

His personality came across of the right mind

He cared for animals at the Shelter here

His kindness for them earned him a good cheer

He left this world in the blink of an eye

Ascended to Heaven, some wonder why

I think his caring was needed there

He's now helping dogs pass over from everywhere

I saw the tears in Krystal's eyes fall

He had to go when he heard the call

But the love she gave, and showed to Bill

Lives on forever, and their souls are united still

Love never dies, when the love is so strong

She's left with the gift, of his wonderful song

In honor of my friend, Bill Lancour April 21, 1965 – Oct 9, 2013

Bob

Oh Bob, I think we might as well

Pick a time and place for your picture with Michelle

How about sunset at the park

With vivid colors before it gets dark

I know you love to have a drink

As for me I'd rather think

Slow down, you have so much energy

Instead of booze, try a glass of tea

You're a pleasant man when you want to be

But it's that drinking that will be the death of thee

Those were thoughts within my mind

Now you've gone and left this world behind

I wanted to warn you, but thought you knew better

So I'm writing this poem as I'd write a letter

You can't return, so you need to move along

Looking back, maybe you know what went wrong

They say you died from a heart attack

The day you awakened to a world of black

But the light was with you, and you weren't alone

You were met by family and friends you had known

May your journey be a good one my friend

We'll meet again, because this isn't the end

Dedicated to Bob Jennings who passed away September 13, 2011 at the age of 60. He lived here for a short time at the Harbor Tower until his passing. He had a good heart and soul, but a habit of drinking. Whether this played a part in his passing, or if it was stress, I don't really know. He's gone now, and I was glad to have known him as a friend while he was here.

Brian

You'll know this man, he's been around

But many times he won't make a sound

His Dad fixed shoes for years on Ludington street

That Cobbler on 10^th & Ludington covered many feet

He loves music from his childhood time

He'll bring up an artist, a song, or a certain line

He shares an apartment with a cat named Murray

He's quite a character and he sure is furry

He can be seen with his friend Eddie, then you would see

You might even find him at times, talking to me

Dishwashing at Drifters, he kept the plates clean

He's a nice guy, I've never seen him act mean

He has sisters named Connie and Daisy too

They stop by to help him, it's nice that they do

He lives here at The Harbor Tower, just so you know

If you see him at all, just stop to say hello

If it's a song from the 70's, then you'll make his day

Or an artist from then, just go ahead and just say

You'll start up a conversation, and the record will spin

You'll have a friendship, just waiting to begin

This one is for you Brian Shracta, an all around good guy

Charlie

Oh Charlie, you're a good ole guy

If you see him, stop and say hi

Dark curly hair that he maintains when he can

It's an honor to know this Newberry man

I first met him as I was riding by

He was in front of some statues and I didn't say hi

I asked him if he was talking to some statues there

In front of the Library is exactly where

Then I found out he lived right here

So several times I'd lend him my ear

He'd share stories of his life as I listened in

There was a genuine kindness in his grin

At Marina Fest 2013, Charlie's kindness showed

When he offered to carry this woman's load

In an elevator he met a singing duo there

He sat down and chatted with this famous pair

He asked me to join him for some coffee

I knew I found a good friend in Charlie

In life as we journey along the way

We never know who will cross our path each day

Charlie Huntwork, Thank you for crossing my path

Christine

Got to know you while we were playing dice

I thought you were special, someone who's nice

Enjoyed conversations I've had with you

Always on the level based on everything true

You shared your experiences, your life's journey

I even worked on your family tree

We become who we are depending on where we're from

Life isn't always easy, and especially harder for some

Our intuition tells us we must go with a feel

Yet sometimes the past makes it difficult to heal

Memories of something that was said or done

Prevents us from enjoying the present day fun

We also learn that strength comes from inside

And it's something we should never try to hide

Angels guide us, wherever we go

Is something that everyone should know

Christine, I'm happy to call you my friend

I'm grateful for the time that we spend

With womens like you, the world can be

A much better place for you and for me

Christine Baez, I know you don't like to be the center of attention.

But this is once I wanted to thank you for your friendship.

I really think you are special and want you to know that.

I also want to wish you the best in wherever life leads you to.

Because my friend, you deserve it.

Christmas Cards

I got my Christmas cards done finally
Did you receive the one that came from me?
I’m sure I had the address right
But it sure was a long night

There were those who passed, and I had to delete
And just when I thought the list was complete
Some new ones gave me a card too
So my list ended up being quite a few

I had to recheck their addresses and they were correct
Then got up to stretch, because I had a sore neck
Just one more to write out with a letter
I checked them off and I was feeling better

I addressed the envelopes and added the stamps with my tongue
While listening to Christmas music, and how each song was sung
I sealed the envelope and added it to the out going pile
Then I’m closer to being done, so I put on a happy smile

I should be done pretty soon
As I take in a lovely tune
I love to keep in touch with everyone
And I can feel it…I’m almost done

My cards are all written and sent out
And I realize what Christmas Cards are all about
It’s keeping in touch with those who mean the most to you
Those who have been there to guide you and help you through

Thank you for being here for me, and thank you for the Christmas cards that warmed my heart and soul. May your Christmas be filled with the very best!

Christmas Cheer

© by Bud Lemire on Dec 18, 2007

It’s Christmas at the Tower, hallways are lit
In the lobby all the residents sit
They talk about the present, and talk about the past
The ever changing world, where people never last
Many people have passed through the doors
They lived here before, on many different floors

Some say late at night, around midnight here
Former residents come back, to spread Christmas Cheer
They pass through the lobby, and down the hall
Moving the pictures, that are there on the wall
It’s no illusion, they really are here
Not to scare you, but to make one thing clear

You can’t hide from Christmas, wherever you go
So there are some things, that you should know
It’s the time of the year, you should be thankful for living
For the love that you share, is the best gift to be giving
The love from inside, can give someone a lift
And that can be the most powerful gift

Spreading the cheer, is what it’s all about
Living the present, never going without
These spirits, go to each floor spreading the Christmas cheer
Never let them catch you, shedding a tear
For they will be watching, and waiting for you
They’ll embrace you with love, and other things too

In one room they stop, Christmas Bells are ringing
And a voice can be heard to be singing
“I’m having a Harbor Tower Christmas tonight”
“The tree all lit with the most beautiful light”
“All different colors, shine all around”
“This is where God’s love can be found”

Cockroach!

They come out in the darkness, when you are asleep

Around the corner, and quickly they creep

When the light comes on, they disappear

They don't like it, when you come near

They're so fast, you almost imagine they were there

But you can find them, almost anywhere

They come around food, so keep your place clean

Even if it's spotless, they can be seen

It seems no matter where you live, there is a pest

Even when you clean your place, the very best

The best way to deal with them, is to know

All the places, these little creatures go

What draws them somewhere, I wish I knew

And if there's just one, do they let others know too

A radar is sent, and the others come around

Under the door, without making a sound

Dim the lights, and sneak up to see

Where they are, where they can be

Maybe you'll see many, maybe a few

If you are smart, you'll know what to do

I haven't seen any since 2009. The

Harbor Tower staff has a routine, that

seems to be working better. Which is

great news for all the residents.

Crazy Katie, A Special Lady

Everyone calls her Crazy Katie

But I think she's a special lady

Some people shy away from her chatter

But to me, it really doesn't matter

There are many who laugh and smile

When they're around her for awhile

They really don't understand

That's part of her plan

It's her humorous side to poke fun

And enjoy the responses she gets from everyone

Oh Crazy Katie, with your hat, on your bike

When you start talking, you're easy for me to like

She said she was lost in the woods, and all alone

So she took the psycho-path, and it brought her back home

She voted for Santa Claus, she's alright by me

She's earned a special place, in my Harbor Tower memory

She livens up this place

With her smiling face

She may be crazy, but aren't we all

The difference is, many put up a wall

God blessed you dear Katie

To be a special Crazy Lady

This is about a lady who lives here at the Harbor Tower where I live.

She seems to talk a lot and many times some people thinks she's crazy

and so she's got the nickname Crazy Katie. But I think she's alright.

In the last election she said she'd rather have voted for Santa Claus.

I wrote this poem for her, because she, and each one of us

have our own ways and are special.

Thank You Katie Boudreau.

Differences

There's so many things in life that just do not seem right

One such thing is taking someone and dimming their light

I know there's some who think she's crazy

She keeps so active, she's certainly not lazy

She rides her bike often, never giving it a rest

And if you knew her soul, you'd know she's not a pest

I believe the choices made here, will effect us at life's end

The bitterness towards others, will count against us in Heaven

She's got motivation, and she sure is unique

And has inner strength, that makes her far from weak

She likes to joke around, but surely that's no crime

It's better than the complaints that we hear all the time

This issue here is one we can't ignore

Any one of us could be the next out the door

Do we have to kiss butts, so they won't complain

Because if that's the way, life could be a pain

We must put aside our differences, accept them as they are

Only when we do this, will our lives take us far

If you let bias, run your life for you

Then the true love of life, never will get through

I wrote this poem from what I know. I may not have the

whole story, and may never know the whole story. I only

know from what I heard. It didn't feel right with all that

happened. I had to voice my opinion. It may be yours,

or it may not be. We can't change how people think

about others. But we can change ourselves and our

way of thinking.

Don, The Pie Man

He appears very quietly at the vending machine

He walks away with something wrapped in green

Apple pie again, but isn't that scary

What if the pie turned out to be cherry

Very quickly at his own stride

He takes a walk outside

Further in back to have some solitude

A kind person who is never rude

He likes to ride down and fish at the dock

But his bike was stolen, he didn't have the right lock

A white laundry basket that is a twin to mine

Don't let your clothes overflow or you'll get behind

Hey Don, I think it's cherry pie today

You like them both, so any kind is okay

Is your daughter coming today to play?

I know you like games when she comes your way

Don, the pies are out today my friend

Time for the vending man to come again

Why can't he get blueberry or peach

Sometimes life can be such a beach!

Don, this poem is for you. I hope you like it,

because now I am hungry for a pie, But since

I am writing this early in the morning and past

my bedtime, I better not eat anything. I'll try one

soon, and when I do, I'll think of you.

Door Decoration

People put plaques on their door, or a door decoration

To celebrate a holiday, or some other occasion

Here at Harbor Tower, it's great to have one on your door

Sometimes we get off the elevator, and we're not on the right floor

I have a heart on my door, it was for Valentines Day

I kept it there, because it had something to say

“Home is where your heart is,” was hitting me true

It's been my home since 2004, and it's helped me through

The heart is a symbol of love, and I'd like to think

I shared much of my love, I say with a wink

Some have a 4^th Of July plaque, or a Summer décor

Or something else they love, that means so much more

The beat of the heart, the décor on my door

When I'm deep in thought, I know it's my floor

If my apartment door, doesn't show a heart

My key won't open it, and I must depart

Most times, I'm alert and aware

Other times, I could be anywhere

Sometimes we get off the elevator, and realize it's not our floor

Here at Harbor Tower, it's great to have a decoration on your door

I think it's a great idea and it actually stands out for you. When you

come home and see your door that has the decoration you put there.

But there are those times your mind does wander in thoughts and you

follow someone off on their floor, and you notice something else on

the door. The thought hits you, this isn't my floor. So you get back on

the elevator and take it to your floor. In my case, home is where the

heart is.

Evelyn

She's up in the morning, for her early morning walk

When we come into contact, we stop to talk

She walks to the Downtowner, for a cup of coffee

On her way, she observes all she sees

She takes note of the weather, and birds all around

And tells of the sighting, and where they were found

She knows of the beauty, of a Winter's snowfall

She takes in the beauty, and shares with us all

She's up on the current events and politics, she has her view

She was raised in Lower Michigan, that's where she grew

Her children grew up to be successful in life

She gave her all as a Mother and wife

I like to listen to all she has to say

Her views on this world, she has a special way

She always tells it, like it is on her mind

An intelligent woman, well mannered and kind

She sits in the lobby, in the afternoon

Much other times, she is up in her room

A dear friend, that I've come to know

Evelyn's a good woman, and a good soul

This one is for Evelyn Burkhart. May the days ahead bring you sunshine, comfort, and peace.

Evelyn left the Tower to return to her roots in Lower Michigan,

and be closer to family. We miss her at the Tower, but will

remember her for the wonderful woman she was while

she was here. Thank you Evelyn!

Friends For Company

Computer buddies, that's what we are

Searching the internet, near and far

Friends for company, every day

While life goes on, along the way

You state things exactly how you feel

It has a trustful and honest appeal

For that is how life should be

So many aren't like you and me

So many people lie, is what I find

Demented people, who have lost their mind

Stay in control of what is there

For the brain and heart, need special care

Take each day with a grain of salt

And know that everyone has a fault

While you journey ahead

Remember all these words I have said

This is for Bob Hasselbom's Birthday.

A Harbor Tower resident at the time

this was written.

Friends That Are Here
© by Bud Lemire on April 27, 2010

Seems like each year I find friends that are here
Some come from afar, and some are from near
Just when you think they’re out of reach
They come together and give you some bleach

A neighbor will stop by to check to see if you’re okay
There are so many friends you can find in every day
They’ll gather around to shoot some dice
Or come other event that is just as nice

It’s so wonderful to have friends around here
Keeps loneliness away and wipes out the fear
To have someone near who understands you
Makes life so much better with all that you do

A friend who’ll sit down and actually hear what you say
Is one who understands you in each and every way
One who calls you just to say hello
How are you, and what do you know
Friends are special to have all the time
I know I’m very happy to have all of mine

I want to thank all my friends. The ones who listen and hear and understand me. The ones who gather with me to shoot dice, talk about things we have in common, listen to music, or just the ones who comment on my poetry or my photos. Those who spend time because they truly love my company. Thank you my friends. You know who you are.

Gentle Old Soul
© by Bud Lemire on March 27, 2009

Gentle and kind is this gentle old soul
A dear friend for company, someone I know
Some Cribbage tonight, or a game of dice
Your wonderful company, sure would be nice

She injured her arm, when she had a fall
Not long before, she had given me a call
She recovered quite well, with her strong will
And has almost full use of her arm still

Inside her apartment, she has some bird clocks
You hear the birds singing, and not the tick tocks
She knows her birds, so very well
If you ask her, she’ll surely tell

She’s a gentle old soul
Everybody loves to know
She’s gentle and kind
And has a good mind

I find her to be a very good friend
And cherish all the time that we spend
Trustworthy and honest, she’s all this too
A dear sweet lady, Loretta it’s you

For my dear friend Loretta LaFave-Iverson,

who has aged into a wonderful lady who is always good company

Good Deeds That Go On
©By Bud Lemire on April 13, 2009

Good Deeds that go on around here
Are felt strongly in the atmosphere
When someone’s food has run out
And the action of sharing comes about

When someone has less, when others have more
And the giving happens like never before
Thoughtfulness and kindness of the heart
Is more like a soulful work of art

Living here during these times, makes me proud
And I’d tell you the same thing out loud
When someone has bread to spare
They have a heart that knows how to care

When someone makes a meal, and sets it for more
And several are invited to come through the door
Then I know the spirit of giving and sharing
When the human soul is generously caring

When a ride is needed to go somewhere
And some takes the action to get you there
The human soul reaches out
Leaving me without a doubt
Good Deeds that go on around here
Are felt strongly in the atmosphere

Over the Easter holiday I’ve heard of several people who have performed some good deeds. From their hearts and souls, their thoughtfulness and giving brought kindness to another. In this world where news is mostly tragic and sad, it’s truly great to hear about the wonderful people who care and share and make the Good News. Because they’ve made the Good Deeds Go On Around Here.

Halloween

As Witches fly by the windows, at the Harbor Tower

The Ghosts come to life earlier than that midnight hour

Dave is looking over papers, as a Ghoul passes by

Rob is wearing his favorite Halloween Tie

Mark, Tom, & Shawn have maintenance under control

I glance and see a Ghost enter an invisible hole

Trick Or Treaters are out on the streets

Hoping for some really good treats

I notice a lot of pale people walking around here near the light

They sure do look strange, it's giving me quite a fright

I'm thinking they could be The Walking Dead

All I want to do right now, is crawl into bed

No one is in the lobby, that's pretty odd

Dracula passes me in the hall, I give a nod

Someone is dressed like the Flash, but he's moving way too slow

I turn to see where he went, where the heck did he go

A Wizard appears, right in front of me

It looks like Gandolf, as far as I could see

He points his wand at me, and we disappear

I end up at the Shire, so far away from here

He turns to me and says “There's Trouble in the Shire”

“A Crazy dark Wraith has set the whole place on fire”

Did he think I was a Wizard, that I could help him here?

Could it be he found me, because he was in despair?

I look down at my clothes, I was dressed in a Wizard's cloak

What was this, some kind of a Halloween joke?

I notice the fire, oh what can I do?

I see that my cloak is a Rainbow hue

I remember all the water down at the lake

I envision it to be flowing through a large snake

Then I envision the snake spitting it all over the flames

Hobbits are running everywhere, I forgot all their names

Suddenly I'm at the Tower, and up in my room

The fire must be out, at least I would assume

I must be the Rainbow Wizard on this Halloween

I traveled to the Shire, and boy, what a scene

I am home now, time to relax and unwind

It'll take awhile, I have so much on my mind

Halloween 2023

Tess was busy, placing the R. I. P. casket in the activity room

When beyond her notice, in came flying a witch on a broom

Now she knew, she didn't have a witch that looked like that

The ugly face didn't look familiar, but she recognized the hat

A voice boomed out, from the witch flying in the air

“I've come to tell you people, you must beware”

“This year Halloween, will be stranger than the rest”

“You must be prepared, and do your very best”

Tess really didn't know, what the witch was talking about

The witch figured that, and so she started to shout

A black cat, was walking on the ceiling above her head

The witch said “you'll have a visit from the dead”

It happened so fast, they were phantoms of the past

Residents who had lived here, were gathered here at last

“We've come to join the party, we missed not being around”

Then all at once, came this loud swishing sound

A great pumpkin, wearing a terrifying smiley face

Came flying into the room, taking up a lot of space

Smoke that stunk was coming from it, too much to even see

The witch handed Tess a wand, “Use this to set yourself free”

Tess never used a wand, so she just waved it around

The giant pumpkin crashed, and made a horrible sound

The wand disappeared, and she looked around the room

There next to the skeleton, was that witches broom

Tess wondered if she imagined it. Maybe she was working

too hard. Then out of the corner of her eye, she thought

she saw one of the skeletons move. It actually waved at

her. She smiled and thought, “no, I just set them up like

that.”

Halloween At Harbor Tower

It was Halloween at the Harbor Tower, it was also Bingo night

Bingo was canceled, because something wicked was causing a fright

Bingo cards were glowing, and flying across the room

There was a crazy witch lady, riding on a broom

Where she came from, nobody really knew

On her broomstick, oh yeah, she really flew

Nobody knew what she wanted, or her demand

Only one person, was brave enough to stand

He stood there, trying to figure it all out

Then he heard his name, Earl gave him a shout

“Charlie, watch out, she's coming your way!”

Charlie thought fast, he didn't want to stay

“She sure knows some good tricks” Charlie said with a grin

As the people watched her, the witch did a little spin

She wasn't ugly, but she wasn't very pretty

Everyone could tell, she sure as heck was witty

Then the witch disappeared, in a cloud of smoke

A voice was heard saying “Is this some kind of joke?”

Everyone kept watching, to see if she was coming back

Kat just smiled and said, “I'm going to the Smoke Shack”

The following week Bingo returned to its normal routine,

and everyone showed up, and it was a great time for everyone.

The witch wasn't seen again. Maybe next year she will visit

West Highland.

Halloween 2023

Tess was busy, placing the R. I. P. casket in the activity room

When beyond her notice, in came flying a witch on a broom

Now she knew, she didn't have a witch that looked like that

The ugly face didn't look familiar, but she recognized the hat

A voice boomed out, from the witch flying in the air

“I've come to tell you people, you must beware”

“This year Halloween, will be stranger than the rest”

“You must be prepared, and do your very best”

Tess really didn't know, what the witch was talking about

The witch figured that, and so she started to shout

A black cat, was walking on the ceiling above her head

The witch said “you'll have a visit from the dead”

It happened so fast, they were phantoms of the past

Residents who had lived here, were gathered here at last

“We've come to join the party, we missed not being around”

Then all at once, came this loud swishing sound

A great pumpkin, wearing a terrifying smiley face

Came flying into the room, taking up a lot of space

Smoke that stunk was coming from it, too much to even see

The witch handed Tess a wand, “Use this to set yourself free”

Tess never used a wand, so she just waved it around

The giant pumpkin crashed, and made a horrible sound

The wand disappeared, and she looked around the room

There next to the skeleton, was that witches broom

Tess wondered if she imagined it. Maybe she was working

too hard. Then out of the corner of her eye, she thought

she saw one of the skeletons move. It actually waved at

her. She smiled and thought, “no, I just set them up like

that.”

Halloween At The Tower

Halloween at the Tower this year

Is something that you should fear

Something strange is brewing in the office each night

The maintenance staff say it's a green glowing light

Shouts of those unseen, echo down the halls

Strange ugly looking monsters, rolling on balls

Tom just laughs, when asked about this

Mark says “You're crazy,” and shakes his fist

Don't even ask Shawn, he'll walk away

There's evil at the Tower, on each Halloween day

Out of my window, among all the gloom

I saw a witch, she was riding her broom

She was even uglier, than the one of the West

And had a spider, hanging from her chest

Someone haunts the lobby, if you should go there

A bald headed Goblin, no teeth, so beware

In the laundry room, in the dryer is a head

When it goes around, it makes faces, but it's dead!

On the 15^th floor, where I live, there is a Ghoul

I've seen many times, so I know that it's true

The Security Guard is afraid to come out

He says it's too eerie, to even talk about

It gets bad at the Tower, with all that is seen

Good thing for us, it's just Halloween

Happy Halloween everyone! I wonder if that

Witch was from West Highland. And what was

that green stuff the office was cooking up.

Strange bunch at the Tower (oh wait, I live there).

Oh well, I'll just have me some Ghoul Aid. Green?

Eeeeekkkkkk!

Halloween Night At The Tower

This is a story that I love to tell

Of a long ago event that I know well

It took place in the tower, close to the lake

On a Halloween Night, before I was awake

It seemed that three witches, had gathered in the lobby

To try out a spell, which was their hobby

Their intended victim, was a man of the tower

They transformed him, taking all his willpower

A ghastly figure, is what he became

And haunted the tower, forgetting his own name

His face was so scary, he frightened old ladies away

And some say on a dark night, he can be seen there today

There in the laundry room, when you're all alone

You'll hear a laugh, followed by a eerie moan

He's come around, to give you a scare

Hold fast to your heart, and be aware

And in the lobby, where gossipers sit

He's known to play pranks, so be aware of it

He'll touch your shoulder, or behind the ear

He's amused by reactions, that causes you fear

Don't let it show, that he's frightened you so

Or he'll follow you, wherever you go

Especially be careful, if you take a shower

On a Halloween Night, at the Harbor Tower

Happy 30^th Anniversary Steve

You've been here thirty years, now you start thirty one

Think of everything you've seen, and all that you've done

I bet you have some stories, of people who lived here

Throughout the time, in the span of thirty years

You're a big part of what makes the Tower strong

Keeping up this city's icon, is exactly where you belong

Maintaining is all is well, and looking good too

So those passing through, can take in a great view

Eighteen stories and thirty years you've seen

Working very hard to keep the place clean

Cutting grass and painting, working up a sweat

Thirty years have passed, and you aren't done here yet

I bet you can't even tell, how many times you rode

Up and down the elevator, carrying your share of the load

I'm sure you know every inch on every floor

And been to every room and opened every door

I know when I see you, you always say hi

Whenever in the hallway, you are passing by

I wanted to wish, a Happy 30^th Anniversary to you

I hope you'll be around, to enjoy the 50^th one too

Steve Eis, I know many people go unappreciated.

I wanted to thank you for your help in making

The Harbor Tower what it is today.

Something we can all be proud of. Thanks!

Well, he wasn't around for too long.

I see him around town now and then.

Happy Birthday Mary Lynn

Happy Birthday Mary Lynn, director of the Harbor Tower

Another year for you, to have eighteen stories of power

You're doing your job well, as far as I know

And least it's looking good, wherever I go

Working as director, at the tallest building in the U.P.

Keeping up the building, that people for miles can see

The Yooper oatmeal box, can be admired from far away

And makes a nice picture, on a bright and sunny day

You can see so much, no matter where you are

The higher is your apartment, the smaller looks the car

Sitting in the office, with Judi by your side

Do you ever take the time, for an elevator ride

I hear some people, have trouble with their heart

When they are too high, to me it's a work of art

So many pictures, could be painted and be taken

From my apartment window, when I have awakened

Keep on doing, exactly what you do

And I'll keep on, doing my job too

So glad to have a place, that is kept up so well

Why, I can even hear, St.Joseph's Church bell

Happy Birthday Mary Lynn Sweeney, director of The Harbor Tower

Note: Mary Lynn left her post as director of The Harbor Tower late 2011

Her health went down, and she passed away at Christian Park Center.

I visited her a couple times before she passed.

Happy To Live Here
© by Bud Lemire on Feb 28, 2010

I’m so happy to live here
With the great lake so near
Right outside my window I can see
All the places I love to be

For those who move away, the grass isn’t greener over the fence
Home is where the heart is, why that’s only using common sense
Long ago I had a Family home, where my heart was at
But people pass away, and you can’t bring them back

Here there are people from all around
In the lobby many can be found
You can be alone or find a friend anywhere
A wonderful place to take the time to share

As my time here passes, I’m finding out
Just what living here is all about
The staff do their best to help you
You can tell by what they say and do

People come and go throughout each year
So precious are they, so glad they lived here
They are as unique as the tower is in shape
Out my window I see a great place to escape
The beauty of Ludington park and the great lake so near
I love the Harbor Tower, and I’m sure Happy To Live Here

I’m so thankful that back on July 1, 2004 that I had a chance to move into the Tower and meet so many wonderful people. Each one unique in so many ways. Many have passed, some have moved away, but all shall be remembered throughout my lifetime. I’ve made so many friends here. Those who talk to me and know me, will know friends mean the most to me. I can’t name everyone, but I thank all my friends who live here. I thank you each for making this place a wonderful place to live.

Harbor Tower Christmas 2005

Gather around the Christmas tree

This is a Merry Christmas from me

I want to wish you all a special holiday

But there's so much more I want to say

The true joy of Christmas, aren't the gifts we give

It's the love we share, each day that we live

Sharing a smile with a fellow resident

Can be more rewarding than any present

The time spent with a lonely soul

Shines brighter than you'll ever know

Brighter than the brightest star

Giving love will take you far

Everyone here is special, from the first to the eighteenth floor

All have come here, from a place they were before

They all carry scars, from another time

Filling up their memories, somewhere in their mind

Give them each a smile

It only takes a short while

Give a part of you

Let your spirit come through

Christmas at Harbor Tower

Is a special time each hour

As one, let us all unite

In love and spiritual light

Harbor Tower Sunrise

When I awaken, something catches my eyes

From out of my window, it's a Harbor Tower Sunrise

Behind the clouds, is a colorful light

That beams through the openings, causing a wonderful sight

Right from my window, just like before

I take in this view, from the fifteenth floor

It beams through the clouds, right on the lake

I take in this scene, wondering if I'm awake

Down on the right, is the Municipal Dock

The very same place, where I go for a walk

I take in the lighthouse, to add to the scene

And gaze at the beauty, coming from the sunbeam

It's as if Heaven is reaching, down to us here

Opening the clouds, as God's touch comes near

It's almost as if, I'm taking in something unreal

I don't only see it, it's a vision I feel

You can see so much, you just have to look

I captured the beauty, with the pictures I took

Oh what a display, right before my eyes

This beautiful sunlight beaming across the sky

The sunrise from my window is the best!

Harbor Tower View

I saw it all from the fifteenth floor

Out of my window, I let my spirit soar

Upon Lake Michigan, and Ludington Park

The lights of Ludington street, light up the dark

Aronson Island, and the Municipal dock

People on the street, going for a walk

The lighthouse, Ludington Hotel, and the Library

Just so many things, that my eyes can see

Seeing Escanaba, in the beauty that's there

Cause me to gaze out my window and stare

The wildlife, the human life, and so much more

People coming and going, through the City Hall door

Lake Michigan Waters, shines with a glow

As my eyes take in the beauty, of a wonderful show

I see it all, from my apartment window

Places through my lifetime, I've come to know

Looking out, from the fifteenth floor

Of my Harbor Tower View, who could ask for more

I just moved back to my hometown of Escanaba Michigan, in Upper Michigan.

I am so happy to be home. And I moved into the Harbor Tower apartments.

The tallest building in Upper Michigan (18 stories)

with a beautiful view of Lake Michigan and Ludington Park.

~Home sweet home.~

Haunted Tower
© by Bud Lemire on Oct 30, 2010

Len, Steve, & Mark were dashing all about
While on the elevator someone started to shout
Another sighting of a ghost at the Tower
It’s happened several times, within every hour

Someone saw a short man disappear in the hall
While another saw a woman who was extremely tall
What were they seeing? What could be done?
Who could they call on? Was there anyone?!

Inside an apartment on the fifteenth floor
A Wizard sits waiting to hear something more
He stands for goodness, against evil and bad
Just awaken from the best nap, that he ever had

In came a call from the good Witch of the East
“Bud, I’ll be right there, we got to stop this evil Beast!”
On her silver broomstick, she arrived at the window
Then flew down to the front door, for a proper hello

Judi and Marylynn are sure they saw Elvis the King
While others just mumbled as if they didn’t see a thing
“This beast lifted the veil letting all spirits free”
The Witch told the Wizard, “It’s up to you and me!”

What could they do, what would they find
They knew with power, that came from the mind
“We must form a circle, the more, the stronger it’ll be”
So I gathered all my friends, and they circled around me”
“Everyone hold hands as we make a human link”
“And here are the words each mind should think”

“Be gone you beast, go back beyond the veil”
“God’s on our side, so you’ll only fail”
“We gather in light, with Heavenly might”
“So go back beyond, stay out of our sight”

It was too early to tell if it was working right
Len reported ghostly figures still appearing in the night
More people joined in to make the link even stronger
While thoughts were about, “How much longer?”

“With Heavenly Light, we bid you goodbye”
“Let ghostly figures return to where spirits lie”
Two hours passed, Judi reported no ghost
Except for those near, that we love the most

The Tower was back to the way it should be
Just the normal craziness that everyone could see
The Wizard and Witch seem to have disappeared
But being it was the Tower, that wasn’t so weird

Happy Halloween to all my friends here at the Tower. Remember, your loved ones who have passed are right here with us. Although you can’t see them, they come around and send you their love so often. For life goes on forever, only without the human form. Know that the love you shared with them is always with you, and will always be.

Helping One Another

Every now and then something happens at the Tower

That shows to me that many have the power

To put their hands together and to become one

Helping one another is the way to get things done

When someone needs help and you come to their aide

You know you're in a place where you've got it made

Where people unite to help those in need of it

It's called keeping the community's candle lit

One starts it by deciding to help the other

Then before you know it there is another

It feels so good to help someone this way

Helping to make it a much better day

Whether it's something to teach or to relieve some pain

I always think of it as something we can gain

Enriching our soul for a good deed well done

Is what you get when you're helping someone

A great feeling is better than any money given

The soul is more complete in the life it's living

You've added color to someone's world of grays

Knowledge and friendship goes a long long ways

I got the idea for this poem when I heard that someone here at Harbor Tower needed help with something, and several of the residents took turns by going down to help them with it. When I heard the story from that person, I decided to write this poem. I wanted to show how proud I am to have those people here where I live. We see many people here at the Harbor Tower, and never know their life's story, yet know when they need a hand, we give it to them. We all have a hidden story we keep from others, and we all need a chance to prove that with friends backing us up, we can prove we are worthy of being a friend and being a better person.

He's A Good Man

He finds knowledge from books to enrich his mind

And finishes jigsaw puzzles with each piece he will find

He absorbs information as much as he can

I consider him wise, and a very good man

He collects stamps, for that is his hobby

Most often you'll find him in the computer lobby

He'll be searching for information on the Net

Taking notes to remember is a sure bet

He was a Barber, and use to cut hair

He shared his stories, of what he did there

Now he works in a Book Store, a good place to be

Especially for him, there's so much knowledge to see

His knowledge is shared with those who are near

You'll hear him explaining something, it'll reach your ear

He's happy to share part of what's inside of his brain

I think of how much a mind has before it goes insane

As a friend, I can say he's a good man to know

Has a wonderful outlook, and has a good soul

Stop by to say hello, if you see him around

He's a good man, wherever he's found

This is for John Illig, who's friendship and

knowledge is always greatly appreciated.

John use to live here at the Harbor Tower,

but moved in with his brother, you will see

him around Meijer store, he's a greeter.

Horseshoe Larry

This is for Horseshoe Larry, who I've come to know

With horseshoes in his hands, always ready to throw

He's the man behind the tower

Who's got the horse power

With more power to him, he'll toss right for a ringer

Using all the strength, in each one of his fingers

Standing for the pitch, he's ready to throw

Hoping to encircle the stake, if that's where it'll go

In between the pitches, he visits with me there

Telling me jokes, that he loves to share

If you take the time, to talk with this man

Then it's his goodness, you'll come to understand

He's gentle and he's kind

Not a better man you'll find

Working on his puzzles, at the table in the back yard

Some of those crosswords, sure can be pretty hard

Standing at the pitcher's block, he can really swing

But it's only half a horse, that it is he'll bring

If he's not out back, he's up in his room

Watching his favorite game shows, I assume

Good ole Horseshoe Larry, a special friend indeed

Who'll share a joke or two, whenever you're in need

Larry Nelson was a good man.

Always enjoyed time talking with him

Housefly Heaven

© by Bud Lemire on Oct 6, 2007

With a rolled up magazine, she swats at a fly
"You dirty little bugger, you're going to die!"
"You heard what I said, I'm sure of it"
And with a swing, she makes a hit

One fly is dead, watch out for the rest
When Loretta's on the loose, she gives her best
One just landed upon that chair
With a swipe of her hand, a dead one is there

Two down, but there's many more
They're coming on people who come in the door
Another fly is spotted near the place where I sit
There she goes again, she's not going to quit

Three down, and she's spotted some more
A swing and a hit, now she's killed four
"You can't hide from me, you won't stay alive"
And on the table by the jigsaw, she's now killed five

She's really good, when she has them in sight
Down comes the roll, with all of her might
Six are now dead, will there be seven
Splat! There goes the seventh, to Housefly Heaven

I was influenced watching Loretta swat flies. Not sure how

she got so many flies or any at all, because I don't have

any in my apartment.

I Came Here To Grow Old

“I came here to grow old,” is what she said to me

No matter where we are, we grow old naturally

Age doesn't stop, we grow older every day

In our human bodies, it's the only way

“Look at all the people, who are gone and dead”

She pointed to the empty chairs, and that was what she said

Life doesn't last forever, we must value every minute

With the special people, who are forever in it

“This must be the homeless shelter, for those who don't have a home”

Or could this be a place people come to, so they can be alone

A place in this world, that we can each afford to be

Which isn't always easy, caught up in today's economy

Thank goodness for the help that we get, it is what we need

Especially when it's our mouths, that we have to feed

We each must cling to life, and live it every day

As we grow older, let us cherish in every way

Use the time you have here, to do your very best

Life is not a tragedy, we have all been blessed

Warm up someone's life with love, so they won't grow cold

Because it's what's remembered when I Came Here To Grow Old

It's not easy growing old, but it's the only thing we can do. It happens to

each of us. Thanks to HUD and the Housing Commission and a place like

Harbor Tower, it makes it easier for us who have a low income and must rely

on a place like this. And for those higher up in the Tower, look at the beautiful

view you have. For those who can still get around, the Tower is in a perfect spot

near the Park, where you can go and enjoy each day. So enjoy each moment you

have here in this life, and appreciate all that you see.

A special thank you to Evelyn Burkhart, who made the quotes in this poem.

She lived here and was a good friend of mine as well.

I'm A Private Man

I'm a private man

Oh yes, I am

You don't need to know

About my status quo

I'm not a crook, I have nothing to hide

I need to know you better, if I'm going to confide

I have no secret past, that I don't want to share

I just like my privacy, and I always try to be fair

Don't take my picture, and post it online

I'm not into social media, in person I'm fine

I really just don't like it there

Someone could snag it from the air

I'm not a bad man, I want to say

Respect my privacy, and we'll be okay

I'll respect what you do

Because I know it's you

A conversation with me, is what I like

Just as you love, riding your bike

I'm a private man

oh yes, I am

I try to respect the ways of others. Some of us like Facebook

and the internet. Others don't care for it. But when it comes

to privacy, we must respect those who don't like their business

out in the open. We are all different from one another and need

to respect each other for what we like, and how we like things.

At one time I was more private, and still am with some things.

But lately, I've turned a bit more public. With camera and photos

on the Internet, how can I not be.

Jimbo

You're the engineer on life's train

Carrying a cargo, of selfless pain

You give your friendship so easily

A heart that cares, is what I see

Blow your whistle, going down the track

You have many friends to watch your back

A gentle man with a sincere heart

Kindness seems to be your art

Doesn't want an enemy

Wouldn't ever be unfriendly

Jimbo, you're a special man

Choo-Choo! I think you can

You can do anything, just give it some time

I'll do my best to help you, special friend of mine

Shaking hands, with a heart on your sleeve

Whittle a whistle, in you I believe

Never stop being, the man we all know

Wherever your train of life will go

A gentle giant, you have a special soul

It's touched mine, that's how I know

For a good friend I met here at the Tower, Jim Newhouse.

Thank you Jim, for being a wonderful friend.

Josephine

In the office is where she's seen

She goes by the name of Josephine

Everyone I know says she is kind

When I talk with her, that's what I find

She's the newest member of the Harbor Tower team

Assisting the residents, she's sweet Josephine

I believe she tunes in to the people who are here

Has a great understanding and all becomes clear

Why you could sit and chat with her for over an hour

And it would seem like just minutes right here at the Tower

A likable woman that we've come to know

Brightens the day just like a rainbow

I stopped in one day just to say hello

We talked about a recipe she seemed to know

It was roasting asparagus in the oven with cheese

When it comes to cheese I'm easy to please

I thought at this time I would write you a poem

To make you feel a little more at home

Hope you are here to stay for awhile

Thanks for your kindness and your wonderful smile

If you haven't met Josephine yet, stop into the office to meet her.

She's a wonderful soul. I've been getting a lot of good feedback on her.

Wonderful to talk to, and very helpful when you don't understand something.

Thank you Josephine!

Note:Josephine has long since gone, but it was so nice to have met her

I believe her name was Josephine Danielson, and she worked in the Harbor Tower office for a short time.

June

This is a poem to honor my dear friend June

Who in this lifetime, was always in tune

Whenever I saw her passing by in her chair

Her smile felt deeply, from someone who cares

She lived here at the Harbor Tower

A wonderful woman, this Native American flower

Life wasn’t easy for her, she went through hell

Dialysis took its toll, I sure could tell

Yet through the pain, she always managed a smile

And her strength kept her going, for that was her style

I know it was always good to see

A smile on her face, directed at me

Now she has gone to where others have gone before

To be with her sister, her family, her pain is no more

The Spirit World embraced this wonderful soul

She can walk, she can fly, she’s an Angel aglow

Thank you dear June, for sharing your love here

For making life better, for being so dear

We know she’s not far, always in our heart

Her spirit surrounds loved ones, never to be apart

This poem is honor of June Mantor, who passed away.

Thank you June for honoring us with your presence

and wonderful smile that have touched us all.

You can walk, you can fly. You’re an Angel!

Len, The Maintenance Man

He's the man who lends his power

On the upkeep of the Tower

Len, The Maintenance Man

Gives the best he can

With the help of Steve and Mark

He's never left in the dark

Preparing the apartments for new ones moving in

So they can enjoy the Tower, while their new life begins

A handy man who knows so well the Tower

He'll stick around, when there isn't any power

Until it is restored

He won't be ignored

He knows how to run the tallest building in the U.P.

And also has some French-Canadian in his ancestry

He plows the lot, when there is snow

And helps tend the yard, so the grass will grow

He keeps the place looking at its best

From him, you couldn't expect anything less

He deserves a lot of praise and thanks for all he's done

For keeping our Harbor Tower looking like number one

Len Pilon, has since retired. I am sure he is enjoying his time away.

Leonora

We were both training, to be a volunteer

Your laughter, was always good to hear

You like Angels, and that was great to know

As the time went by, our friendship sure did grow

You kept having health problems, I was worried about that

I always looked forward, to the times when we would chat

As everyone got to know you, they came to like you too

Time sure passed quickly, the years, they really flew

You moved in to a home, with a volunteer named Joe

It didn't work out, but you stayed as friends though

The spirits are watching over you, as you journey time and space

As you struggle daily for comfort, among the human race

Keep on doing your best, friends you will easily find

They're always around, and they will always treat you kind

Take pleasure in each moment, when there isn't pain

Search within your soul, when you feel the drain

I know what you are going through, I honor you with this poem

Since you are now living, in the same place we call home

The Angels you believe in, are not far from your side

You can call on them and spirits, they will be your guide

Leonora DiGennaro, I know what you are going through. You have made many

friends, and they, and I, are always around if you need someone to chat

with. That's one good thing about living at the Harbor Tower, you can

always find friends around here. I wanted to surprise you with this

poem for you, because you've been such a great friend.

Thank you for your friendship.

Leonora DiGennaro passed away May 30, 2023

after her battle with Leukemia

Lock Your Door
© by Bud Lemire on Aug 2, 2008

There’s a good reason to lock your door
For safety purposes like never before
Do you really know each resident you see
Sometimes there’s more in each personality

Hidden away, they’ll never show or tell
Inside their mind, they may know so well
Many times we’ll never know
The insanity living within their soul

Could be caused by an imbalanced mind
Or possibly some drugs that you find
What secrets do each of us have inside
Is there anyone who we will confide

So many people we think we know
While hardly have we even touched their soul
Strangers lurking beyond a disguise
Lock your door if you are wise

Danger can happen to you anywhere
Be alert to all, always be aware
Anything suspicious, take caution and note
“Lock your door” I say, and I strongly quote

Please everyone, keep your doors locked whenever possible, for your own safety

Loretta, Loretta

Loretta, Loretta, Senior Companion and friend

What is it you know, do you comprehend

A gentle soul, who listens and speaks

With understanding of life, in all that she seeks

She's always pleasant to talk to, I enjoy each time

And honored to call her, a good friend of mine

With a necklace of keys, hanging from her neck

She comes to the lobby, to see who's on deck

Maybe she'll work on a puzzle, or sit for a chat

She's a good hearted woman, wherever she's at

I've known Loretta since the day I moved in

We can sit and talk for hours, about anything

Loretta is French also, her surname was Lafave

When I see her from a distance, I always wave

Her smile is genuine, her friendship sincere

She's the kind of friend who's so very dear

She's thoughtful of others, empathetic indeed

I'm sure she'd feel your pain, if you were to bleed

Here's a salute for a friend that I know

Loretta, Loretta, with the wonderful soul

Loretta Iverson was a a great friend of mine

Loretta, My Friday Fish Friend

This is for my friend Loretta, who comes over for Fish

Every Friday for supper, because it's our favorite dish

Salmon, Whitefish, or a delicious Lake Trout

Eating Fish for supper is what living is all about

Steamed Asparagus has a wonderful taste

Not a bit of this vegetable goes to waste

Baked potatoes, straight from the oven

With a little butter, it's a taste that I'm loving

Home made Green Tea with a touch of Mint there

To wash down the meal that I love to share

I take a few pictures to share on Facebook

So others can see the meal that I cook

It's time for the arrival of My Friday Fish Friend

An hour or more, for a tasteful time that we spend

Music in the background, to make it just right

As we each enjoy the food, with another bite

We visit for awhile and the time flies

Then she gives me a hug as we say our goodbyes

The Time is special, every moment we spend

With Loretta, My Friday Fish Friend

Fridays wouldn't be the same with out my friend Loretta Iverson,

and it wouldn't be the same without the Fish we eat.

Thank you Loretta, for your good company and friendship

every Friday and each day of the year.

Loretta, One Special Lady

I met Loretta for the first time, in 2004

I came to love her personality, but there was so much more

It was at the Harbor Tower, that it came to be

She entered my life, and became a good friend to me

Our visits were so special, some of the best

Her quality of life, was lived with so much zest

We'd gather with friends, for a game of dice

An evening of fun for us, was always nice

Every Friday, she'd have fish at my place

She loved my cooking, always a smile on her face

After we were done eating, we'd visit for awhile

She wouldn't leave without a hug, because that wasn't her style

In between our fish meals, we'd have pizza occasionally

Sometimes she would pay, sometimes it was me

As a Senior Companion, she spread her love around

Everyone loved her, wherever she was found

She started tripping, falling on her face

That's when she moved, into the Christian Park Center place

As a Senior Companion myself, I would visit her there

Every late Friday afternoon, we were quite a pair

Kings in the Corner, a card game that we'd play

I wouldn't see her again, until next week on Friday

Every moment, that we shared together

Is one I'll always remember, and I'll always treasure

Thank you Loretta Iverson! For coming into my life and

being a truly wonderful friend. You have touched

me and touched so many with your wonderful spirit.

And now you are home with your family there, and

with Monrad again. Hugs from your dear friend

on Earth.

Loss Unaware
© by Bud Lemire on January 24, 2010

Alone one night, and messed up on the drugs
He took his life, and left behind all the hugs
It wasn’t from the lack of love which caused his life to end
But in his life’s reality, there was no cause for him to pretend

The people he left behind, their lives went on in pain
But honestly there was no one you could blame
Fingers pointed at the one they accused helped him to his doom
But he was unaware of what went on inside the room

Tragedy and loss pulled apart this family
Trust was torn apart and where was love to be
Alone he walked away, there was nothing he could do
I’m sure you’d feel the same, if it had happened to you

But really was it the loss, that caused this family to fall
It was the trust she lost in him, that was the blame for all!
What went on in their son’s room, he was unaware
If he had known, the life would have been spared

The woman and her loved ones, turned away from him
Dark clouds came out, he walked a world so dim
With a loss you need the love and support
Not an end to everything, which caused it to abort

He walks this world, yet he knows he’s not to blame
The family that he had, will never be the same
Yet he has the love he needs, to help him through each day
And an Angel by his side whispers, “Dad, I’m okay”

This is for a good friend of mine, Brian Bowden, who has endured and lived the loss written in this poem. It could have been anyone this had happened to. Things go on everyday that we are unaware of, and we are unable to stop from happening. If we had the knowledge and the power, we would stop what we could. What we need is understanding, hope, appreciation, and love for what we do know and understand.

This man, who use to live at Harbor Tower, moved back with family. Now we come to 2023, he passed away. He now joins his son in the Heavenly place.

Lynn & The Martins

I knew her long ago, before she took her leave

I hung around with her brothers, Peepers, Mike, & Steve

She married, moved downstate, and started a family

All things that happened, were all things meant to be

Her parents lived across the street from me

The Martins lived upstairs and in my memory

I remember all the coats hanging in the hall

Whenever I would go there, I would see them all

If one of her brothers wasn't home, I'd call on another

It really didn't matter, I was friends with each brother

Steve and I went to school together, we went to Washington school

We were great friends back then, which I thought was pretty cool

Mike was into Go Carts, and he was good at what he did

They sure did go fast, it sure was fun being a kid

Peepers was the youngest boy, in the Martin clan

I haven't seen him much, since he became a man

Then there's Sam, the youngest in the Martin Family

On Facebook, she became a friend to me

She's the one who told me that Lynn was moving here

Soon Lynn was telling her life's story, she really had my ear

If you see her in the lobby, or anywhere you go

Stop and say hello to this lifelong friend I know

It's great to have childhood memories. I tend to go back to them often and remember them

and relive them in my mind. The Martins lived on the corner of North 14^th Street

and First Avenue North, upstairs. It seems like every day I'd be over there hanging around

with one of the Martin boys. Steve was my age, and I recall one time when he injured his leg,

I was carrying his books to school for him to Washington school. Mike was the Go Cart builder

and he did really good at them. Peepers was the youngest boy. Last I remember about Lynn,

the oldest girl, was a van and she went off and got married and I hadn't seen her until she moved

back here recently. I had been friends with Sam the youngest Martin girl on Facebook and she told me Lynn was moving into the Harbor Tower. I looked forward to filling in the missing information on what happened to her after she left home. It was like a reunion of old friends from my childhood. And the

memories brought me back to that time and place once again. Steve, who was my age, still hasn't come to see me, and it's been 45 years since I last saw him.

Marbles Falling

Marbles, marbles, I keep hearing them fall
And yet many say they don’t have any at all
I hear them fall on my ceiling every day
“We don’t have any” is what they’d say

The person below me says he hears them too
I haven’t any marbles and don’t have a clue
The person above me hasn’t any as well
Yet I still hear them, sounds like something fell

What are we hearing that makes this sound
Someone might know if they’ve been around
Maybe it’s something else that we hear
That sounds like marbles falling to our ear

It can be heard when it’s quiet in the room
Marbles came to mind because it was easy to assume
Who would have marbles to drop on the floor
What are they using these marbles for

I’ve heard the expression “They’ve lost their marbles,” well maybe it’s true
We’d help them find them, but I’ve been told I lost mine too
If people hear marbles falling, what can it be
Until the answers are found it’s a mystery

I wonder what it is that we’re hearing that sounds like marbles falling. Are there more people losing their marbles here than we are aware. I’m sure there’s an answer that someone might know. Have you heard them too?
I remember playing marbles as a kid. Shooting the marbles into the hole before the other kid did. Those were the fun times. Anyone for marbles…..maybe I’ll pick some up this year.

Margaret, My Neighbor

From a past of many hardships, she carried a heavy load

Spending much of her time, feeding animals on the 22nd road

Nature's creatures helped her, to carry on her life

But times weren't very pleasant, in her role as a wife

She raised her two sons, and worked hard on the farm

Never giving up, she kept her boys from harm

Grew up in Chicago, and then she moved away

She loved her life in Michigan, she smiled everyday

Hungarian roots, her family history there

It is in her blood, cats crave for her care

She's connected to the creatures, who walk on all fours

They touch her heart, and they do so much more

I met this wonderful lady, in the year 2004

At the Harbor Tower, we were neighbors on the fifteenth floor

She read all the poems, I'd hang upon my door

She loved working those number searches, she'd buy at the store

One day while smoking in the alley, she bent to put it out

She fell and broke her hip, it was a clean break no doubt

Now Margaret and her cat Tonya, are healing in their bed

While Alice down the hall, brings food that should be fed

I'm her neighbor, she calls me her third son

I've come to think of Margaret, as a special one

To my neighbor Margaret Feher.

Who is now in Heaven.

Michael

I met him here at the Harbor Tower one day

After chatting with him, I knew he was okay

At the time he had a bicycle, that he would ride

It was a blue one, and I'd see him ride it outside

I'd always joke around with him, that was me

He even took time to show me his family tree

Raised in the Keweenaw Peninsula, he's been everywhere

He has a long gray beard, and a head of gray hair

I saw him working, on a jigsaw puzzle in the lobby

I thought to myself, he's picked up a wonderful hobby

I'd visit with him, and soon I was involved

We'd take turns throughout the day, until it was solved

When he got a vehicle, he'd ask if I wanted to go Wal-Mart

We'd end up there, or Meijer, and I'd have a cart

We went looking at Christmas Lights one night

I took pictures, and they were quite a sight

“Well Buddy Boy, it's time for me to move away”

“But if I'm coming down here, I'll call you that day”

“I might even send a jigsaw puzzle to you”

“If I see a good one, you'll know what to do”

Some people said he was a drifter

I always thought of him, as an uplifter

He was a friend to many, who are living here

A good man, to me he is a friend who is dear

This is for a friend, Michael Kezele. Who became

my friend while he lived here at Harbor Tower.

Now he's moved on to Iron Mountain. But I don't

think I've seen the last of that man, and his smiling

face. But I'm sure he's making friends wherever he

goes.

Michelle

When she moved here from the start

She moved into each of our hearts

Always giving and helping wherever she's found

A special caring person, when she's around

She's an easy person to talk to

Like someone you always knew

Yet I feel her life's journey

Taught her all she can be

Her struggles, her pain

And through the rain

Her belief kept her sane

Leaving only love to remain

Potluck gathering bringing people together

The outcome was great, it was a pleasure

Each of the people there are a treasure

Conversing without any pressure

Michelle is a sweetheart, this I do know

Bending over backwards to help any soul

She's always there to lend a hand

Maybe that's part of her life's plan

This is a poem for a special woman named Michelle

The Angels watch over her, it's easy to tell

This is for you Michelle, because you are always helping others with your kindness.

Thanks for all you do.

Dedicated to The Angel who's earned her wings, Michelle.

May your journey on the other side be a great one.

Missing Light

It happened in the night

There came up a missing light

It had always been there

And I've always been aware

Where would the lamp go

Is there someone who would know

While everyone slept

A light burglar crept

We know someone didn't sleep

For they nabbed the lamp to keep

They have the lobby light

Now it's nowhere in sight

But what they didn't know

A camera captured as they stole

Oh yes, they're on TV

And the nabber was a she

Did she think she'd get away

Not by the light of day

She'll get what she has coming

Because the camera was running

This actually happened.

Here at my apartment in the lobby a few nights ago,

someone stole the Lobby lamp.

And it was all captured on camera.

The problem was, nobody could identify her.

So she got to keep the light after all.

More Or Les
© by Bud Lemire on Feb 19, 2009

He is Les, but he gives so much more
His caring ways are hard for him to ignore
You can see him helping Jeannette around
Driving her many places, all over town

He makes buttons from pictures that you own
If you want one made, you’re not alone
Stick it where you want, right on your coat
A favorite relative, or maybe a famous quote

He once saw some ducks and thought of me
Said “this is a place Bud should be”
Not long after, I showed up out of nowhere
And he took a picture of me taking a picture there

I see him often walking around down at the park
I’m sure he sees the beauty found there at every mark
He’s a pleasant man who’s willing to help out
Of this I’m sure you’ll agree, there is no doubt

So with this poem, I’m giving Les some hype
Yes, you know the man, he’s the one Mr.Yeip
For always putting one foot forward and doing his best
I like to think of him as, More Or Les

Here’s one for you Les Yeip, because you care

enough to take the time to help others

My Friend John

I met you in the Escanaba Taxi several years ago

That was the beginning because one day I'd know

The caring man man with the humorous side

An intelligent guy who held a smile so wide

When we played dice, and you joined in the game

With your presence, it just wasn't the same

You'd sing a song, with each shake you took

Then we'd all stop and take a look

You weren't afraid to take chances on every turn

It's just like life, because that's how we learn

I remember one night I played the TV Themes for Tony and you

You were guessing the classics, there was so much you knew

I saw you playing Scrabble alone late at night

I'd stop in to say hello and see if everything was alright

You spent many nights playing Hangman with me

On your turn you always had a special category

You were coughing a lot and falling down

The smiling face was now wearing a frown

I recall one night when you fell from your chair

You were lost in your thoughts that you would share

I knew you've been thinking of your life here

Yet somehow you always seemed to conquer your fear

You fought every challenge that came your way

I'll remember you John, as I do every day

Life can be painful, and we each have a choice

When making decisions, wait, do I hear a voice?

“It's alright little pilgrim, I have no more pain”

I know it was John Hyry, yet it sounded like John Wayne

He sits with Angels in the Heavenly place

I see images of him with a smiling face

Dedicated to my friend John Hyry, who lived down the hallway from me.

I first met John when he brought me home in the Escanaba Taxi from Elmer's to unload my groceries.

I use to see him riding his bike all around town.

When he moved into the Harbor Tower, we played dice, Hangman, and Scrabble.

I shall miss you my friend, but I know you are in a much better place, Heaven.

My Silo Haven

My Silo Haven, is my home and my heaven

I live eight floors up, from floor number seven

I take the elevator, to get up and down

And ride my bike, so I can get around

When it first opened, only seniors lived here then

It was called The Senior Silo, some remember when

In fact there's one, who was here at the start

Joan is her name, and she has a wonderful heart

I recall her saying “she was young when she moved in”

Now she's a senior, she smiles and says with a grin

I love this Escanaba icon, it's been my home for over twenty years

I am glad to have lived here this long, so I give it many cheers

It's nearby all the places, that I love to be

From the fifteenth floor, there's so much I can see

The boats on the water, coming in to dock

People on the sidewalk, going for a walk

I've made many friends in the time that I've been here, a variety of them I'd say

I spend nights visiting and playing games with them, and I like it that way

My Silo Haven, the Oatmeal box, so glad to call you home

Aronson Island nearby, is one of the places I like to roam

I like living here, I've had some great times here

Met some special people, whom are so very dear

I moved in on July 1, 2004, and on July 1, 2024 I've been here

20 years. There's been many changes in staff and residents,

yet they have all turned out good. Met some really great people

here. I have some great memories of years gone by. As well as

shed some tears over some who have passed. In the end, the

friends here, have made living here, a pleasure. Thank you.

Night Ship

Looking out my window, from the fifteenth floor

I see a sight, that I can't possibly ignore

A ship on the lake, in the middle of the night

All lit up so beautiful, like a Christmas tree light

Fantastic display, out on the lake

Is what I see, while I am awake

My camera can't capture what my eyes see

But it sure was, captivating to me

When I was just sitting, comfortably watching TV

When from the corner of my eye, what should I see

That ship drew me in, with its lights on display

I soaked in the view, and couldn't look away

It turned around on the lake, with the lights shining bright

And then it slowly faded, in the distance, into the night

Oh, I love to watch the ships that come and go

Especially at night, when their lights are aglow

I saw the ships the last couple of nights and wrote this poem.

No Power In The Tower

I was chatting with Bonnie and Linda in the back

When all of a sudden the night went completely black

A bat was flying around, so we came in to chat some more

Another resident in her nightie, opened up the door

People left in darkness, came in to say hello

Wondering what had happened, did anybody know

Some said it was an accident, over on tenth street

Whether that was true or not. information was incomplete

Len was on the job, and trying to get through

Judi stopped by, but there was nothing she could do

Sisters Rebecca and Ginger were playing pool in the dark

Out in the hallway walking, there was Mark

One Katie was upset, because she couldn't watch TV

While Crazy Katie with her glasses on, looked sleepy

One Bob got knocked off his computer, came in to sit

On this side of Ludington street, some lights weren't lit

Evelyn arrived, walking down eleven flights of stairs

She said the elevator light wasn't lit, so she wouldn't dare

The elevators worked mostly, now and then they'd go out

As curiosity kept many people, pacing all about

Linda and I decided to return to the fifteenth floor

The elevator numbers went out at the closing of the door

Diane peeked out of her room, when she heard our words spoken

She saw it was dark on the street, and had just awoken

It wasn't too long later, the power came back on

I settled back with some light music, listening to a song

This actually happened the night of August 8^th, 2005

from around 9 PM until 12 Midnight.

Outside My Window

Outside my window, with a Harbor Tower view
I can look down, and that’s what I do
I see the people, on the street below
I sit here looking, and they don’t even know
I’m up here, on the fifteenth floor
A wonderful view, who could ask for more
I have a view over a beautiful lake
The beauty’s seen in the photos I take

I see the area of the Municipal Dock
And Aronson Island, where people love to walk
I see the Lighthouse going off and on
So much beauty that I gaze upon
The Sandpoint Lighthouse can be seen
The summer grass and trees are a bright green
On the water, when it’s covered with ice
Are several Ice Shacks, and the snow looks so nice

I see the Oreboats coming into the dock
I even see my old fishing spot
The Library and City Hall across the street
I have a view that can’t be beat
The sunrise is a beautiful sight
Soon that is followed by daylight
The clouds of every shape and size
Pass by my window, right by my eyes

I see the beauty, it’s what I behold
I save each picture, while I’m growing old
I can look back, on this Harbor Tower view
And remember the scenes, that I once knew

Peeking Around Corners
© by Bud Lemire on May 7, 2010

You’ll see him peeking around corners, or behind a vending machine
But mostly playing pool or shooting dice, is where he can be seen
He can be very quiet, and hardly make a sound
Or express himself in loudness, wherever he is found

When I first knew him, he seemed very shy
But he’s opened up a lot, as the time passed by
We shared in our love for music, whenever time was there
And exchange cds of the songs, so we could compare

We’d work on jigsaw puzzles, and get many pieces placed together
I found within this young man, a friend that I could treasure
“Oh! Huh?! Oh No! I Don’t Think So!” are words I hear him say
Expressions that he shows in words, nearly every day

Born in Los Angeles, his life’s path took him here
To the Harbor Tower, to meet new friends held dear
An Angel on the airwaves, a good person to know
He carried within him, a very special soul

Deep within him there is a Good hearted man
Who tries his best to do the best he can
If you see this man with a brown “Subway” hoodie
Stop and say hello to him, for he’s a goodie goodie

This is for my friend Eddie Rodriguez,

who is like a shadow, a clown, and so much more.

Thank you for sharing your uniqueness and kindness to our lives.

May your journey in life bring you many happy experiences.

Penny

With your outstanding personality

Looking at you, it's easy to see

People tend to gravitate towards you

With all that you say and do

Teaching the special people, the beauty of art

You truly have, a wonderful heart

Spiritually, you also have an amazing soul

The light of your heart and soul, make you more whole

Your outlook on life, you have an insight

You value the differences, between wrong and right

Those that surround you, you uplift

The light that you share, is your gift

You've learned to use it well

Watching you, it's easy to tell

You see good, in everyone you're around

In their company, is where you're found

You may be a Penny, but you're worthy of much more than a cent

You're valued highly by friends, at a higher percent

I know I value you highly, as a friend

And I know that, you will always transcend

You are a Penny valued highly as a friend.

A kindred soul, with a sparkling personality.

Thank you Penny for enlightening all of us

here at The Harbor Tower with your wonderful

personality. We are blessed to have you here

among us.

Perfect To Be

He was a man, who sometimes acted like a kid

He put his heart into everything he did

He loved talking to people that he knew

Yet, there were people, who never had a clue

They called him an oaf

“Why did he like to loaf?”

“What was he doing that for?”

They found him too hard to ignore

They truly couldn't see

He was “Perfect To Be”

He showed his love in his own way

And to me, that was better than okay

He gives so much more

Like a gem shining on a distant shore

His soul shines from his personality

And through it, you notice his vitality

His laughter and his smile

Is a big part of his style

If you knew him, and you could see

This wonderful man is, Perfect To Be

This wonderful man is a friend of mine.

He has a heart that shines. The only thing

he knows, is “Perfect To Be.” And his soul

is “Perfect To Me.”

He even knew this poem was about him.

Here's to you Jim Newhouse

Picture This Woman

I remember the first time I met you

My mother was someone you once knew

You said she was good with a smile

I sat and talked with you awhile

I was taking a picture of the Tower

You were on the bench getting a sun shower

You thought I had taken a picture of you

But you weren't even within my view

You don't need your picture taken, to see your light

And to know you struggled through life with a fight

You won the battle and came out strong

We can hear it, within your life's song

We don't need a jigsaw puzzle to enjoy your company

Just look with our eyes and it's easy for us to see

A woman with a sense of humor and who has some wit

You also enjoy avocados, just watch out for the pit

With your Walker, which doesn't slow you down

We prefer your smile, instead of your frown

Can you Picture This Woman, who has come a long way

Well I can, and maybe you know this person today

This poem is for a wonderful person who lives here at the Tower.

Note: She moved away and then passed away

In Memory Of Dorothy Porath

Right On The Mark

I see him early morning, working in the dark

He lives here too, and his name is Mark

A family life, some daughters, but no son

I've taken note of how he treats everyone

He truly cares when there's been a loss

His condolences shows he understands the cost

He'll help out anyone, a little here and there

He shows the residents that he's well aware

I once had a good chat with him, in the laundry room

Another time a treasured old newspaper almost went to it's doom

Thanks to him, it came to his attention

He knew it was time for an intervention

I see him in the morning, vacuuming and mopping the floor

On a snowy morning, he's snow blowing outside the door

In the summer time he's mowing the grass

Other times in the hallway and elevator we'd pass

He came in to wash my windows one time

Got rid of the bug smudges and all of the grime

He represents the future of the Tower in a great way

We're Right On The Mark, is what I'd say

Happy Birthday Mark Forvilly!

Hope your day is a great one (Jan 31).

Mark has since retired from the Harbor Tower.

May his future lead to all good things

He has since been seen grilling hamburgers at Rock The Dock

and catering food for the Harbor Tower Holiday events

Roger, My Friend

I met you at Harbor Tower, we both were living there

You needed an ear, and I had one that I could share

You were friendly and kind, that's what I could tell

Yet your words were hard to understand, upon my ears they fell

I picked up some words, but many never came

Some told me, that you had a stroke to blame

I blamed myself, for not hearing what you said

One day I did understand you, my poem that you read

One was about Aronson Island, and it touched you

You felt, the magic and calmness that it brought too

You explained how it made you feel

Peacefulness, that was even more real

You worked with the dead

And now that is where you were lead

Now you are easily understood

And that is so very good

The last time I saw you face to face

You were knocking at my door, at my place

You needed writing paper, and came to me

For a friend, I shared some with thee

I knew you had a wonderful heart and soul

In Heaven, I know it's made you more whole

Everyone there understands you very well

The Angels dance, and I just heard a bell

Roger, thank you for being my friend. I'm so happy

my poems were enjoyed and gave you comfort. I

recall you came to me and was upset, because

someone told you I didn't like you. I never said

that. I said I couldn't understand you. But you

always made sure I could understand the most

important things. Thank you for that Roger.

Santa's Gift

Silence throughout the Tower on this Christmas Eve

A magical time for those who believe

Santa Claus was coming, we’re on his list

After all this is the Tower, so how could he miss

All residents snuggled away in their beds

Except for a few of those wandering heads

Excited and restless, of what the day will bring

All through the halls, you can hear them sing

Santa landed his reindeers on the roof, the sky was clear

Telling them he had gifts to deliver, so wait right here

He called to his elves, Len, Steve, & Mark

As he glanced South-East, towards Ludington Park

He handed each of them, a heavy sack

Told them to empty each, before coming back

“It’s important each resident, receive these tonight”

“To fill their souls with hope, and spiritual light”

The elves were busy, delivering gifts to each door

Seemed like forever, until there was no more

The sacks got much lighter, and their speed picked up

Steve wondered “Is one present really enough?”

Santa’s voice was loud, “a present filled with hopes and dreams”

“It may seem so little, but it’s more than it seems”

“For everyone needs this, to help them move on”

“To finish life’s journey, that they are upon”

Len wondered, “What could it be?”

“Inside each gift, that held such a key”

Santa again, “It’s a special gift I deliver to each”

“When life seems so lonely, with friends out of reach”

“The Angels have blessed them, and they’ve told me”

“These presents hold more, than what you expect them to be”

Mark didn’t understand, what Santa was saying

Until later on he heard one resident praying

“Dear Lord, I can’t go on, I’m tired of giving”

“I haven’t a family, my friends have all stopped living”

“I’m so lonely, this time of year”

Mark listened, Trying to hold back a tear

As he placed the present, and shut the door

He thought of the many, who have nothing to live for

He wondered what it would take, to give them hope

To help them through life, and help them to cope

Then he got home, with a gift with his name

After unwrapping it, he didn’t feel quite the same

He felt peace in his heart, he felt love in his soul

He thought it was empty, but that wasn’t so

He realized Santa’s Gift, that comes around each year

Was so powerful with its Christmas cheer

It was a happy time, this Christmas day

When the love arrived, on Santa’s red sleigh

Merry Christmas to all my friends

Sharon, A Caring Person

There's a special woman, who lives at the Tower

Who deserves to have, a bouquet of fresh flowers

She helps deliver, the meals to the people here

And I see her also, spreading around good cheer

She knows what sharing is all about

She's a Sharon, who leaves you with no doubt

Sharon would go out of her way to help a friend

And it's her time that she would freely lend

I see her giving hugs, complete with a smile

For her caring ways, makes it all worthwhile

To see someone like her, who cares enough to try

Making someone's day special, as the time goes by

Her love for people, is easy for all to see

I'm sure her granddaughter would have to agree

Her journey in this life, had rocks along the way

But the sunshine kept her going, shining every day

The rewards will be remembered, for a long time

Since I've been living here, she's been a friend of mine

This is for Sharon Kent, who lives here at Harbor Tower

She Dances With Wolves
© by Bud Lemire on Jan 15, 2010

After a struggle, her heart failed to beat
For this pleasant person who was so sweet
Wolves and Native Americans upon her wall
Her spiritual side shining through it all

I knew her to be a wonderful soul
Who is now passed over and once again whole
Maybe her Spirit Guide is a Native American too
Or has taken the form of a wolf to help her through

I can see her dancing with the wolves over there
Running in the Heavenly fields everywhere
She shines as the transition is taking place
As her confused look changes into a smiling face

The Angels wings flutter as they pass by
Their beautiful presence is taken in by her eye
“Is this a dream or have I died”
She looks to the Great White Wolf by her side

Inside her head she has her answer
“You have returned to us, my Spiritual Dancer”
The White Wolf places a kiss upon her hand
As they run across the fields in the Spiritual Land
“ I am home, I am home”
“And I am not alone”

Our dear friend Betty Erickson, has crossed over into the Spiritual World

to continue the journey she started here. We will miss her here,

but we know that what she gave to us, will always be in our memories.

A wonderful soul has gone home. A place where we will

all return to when our time comes.

She Wore A Grin

I first met her at the library, looking up her family tree

She told me she lived in the same building as me

I'd find her working on a jigsaw puzzle each day

She enjoyed my company and what I had to say

Her life wasn't easy, many struggles to go through

She was tryng to teach her grandson, what she already knew

She moved out for awhile, later she moved back in

Playing pool with Bob, she wore a grin

Cowboy hat and boots, listening to country music play

If seemed like her life, was doing better than okay

With the reading she would do, every word, every letter

Her life at the Tower, could only get better

Taking part in Bingo on a Saturday night

She took in the fun, enjoyment and delight

If you see her, you'll notice her warm smile

She's a Senior Companion, it's part of her style

She's a wonderful lady, that I've come to know

If you notice it lately, her face seems aglow

She's happy, she's found contentment in her heart

Love seems to play a very special part

Barb (Dart - Papile) Olsen, I hope everything in life continues to make

you happy. You are so deserving of the joy in your life.

Thank you for your friendship.

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.

Sister Dyonne

There's a Sister who lives here at the Tower

Who shines as bright as a sunbeam on a flower

Her good deeds never go undone

And she takes part in Pokeno for some fun

At The bulletin board it's my poems she'll read

She'll go out of her way to help anyone in need

Those who seek transportation, she'll give them a ride

Irish in origin, with a possible leprechaun lurking inside

Collecting food for those who have much less

With her help the Food Pantry was a success

Going to each floor for food from those who'll give

Any sort of food product so those less fortunate can live

Reading from her Bible, she shares the word

Explaining each passage to all who've heard

Giving communion to all who take part

This Sister we've come to know has a wonderful heart

Sister Dyonne Finn is her name

And we're so happy she came

To share her presence and wisdom with everyone

Her time at the Tower ends soon, but her life is not done

She'll carry on doing what she does best

Because you see, this special woman is blessed

Sister Dyonne, thank you for your presence and friendship while living here at the Tower.

We'll miss you when you move, but we understand your journey continues elsewhere.

Go with our blessings.

Note: She passed away not long after moving to Wisconsin.

I remember one time she asked me, “do you usually write poems about people who have passed?” Because she usually sees my poems at Funerals. I told her, “No, I write them while they are alive, and they pass after.” When she passed, I went to her Funeral and saw this poem there.

Snow Light

I went to sleep by Snow Light

That snowfall sure was bright

In my room, all through the night

It lit up my apartment, oh what a sight

As that snow was falling outside

I started drifting, and started to glide

Into my dream, I fell to sleep

I didn't even have to count sheep

I was up several times, to take a peek

Then off to the bathroom, to take a leak

I went to bed, and it was so bright

I fell back to sleep, under Snow Light

I dreamed of playing in the snow

Down at Ludington Park is where I go

As a kid, on the toboggan, down the hill

Sliding so fast, it was quite a thrill

Memories and dreams take you many places

And into your mind, old familiar faces

Oh how good it feels to take in the sight

As I fell to sleep, by the Snow Light

My bedroom was all lit up from the bright

snow. And as the snow fell outside, I fell

to sleep by “Snow Light” glowing from

the snow falling outside my window.

Soft Spoken Man

There was a lady, who asked me to search for a book

Instead of waiting for me, she herself went to look

She said she talked to the lady, who ran the book store

And it was there, she found the book she was looking for

She came back to the place, to which we both dwell

And said she had something, that she had to tell

She said she went to the book store

And she found the book she was looking for

Then she told about a conversation, she had while she was there

Between her and the book store owner, she wanted to share

They were talking about the people, who come to the store

Some who were unknown, and some they've each met before

The lady from my dwelling, said he carries a backpack

There's one in a wheelchair, but a voice he lacked

Oh no, said my neighbor, this man sure can

I've listened to him talk, he's a Soft Spoken Man

This is based on a true store.

A lady I know here who was looking for a book.

The man she talks about is me, The Soft Spoken Man.

I thought it would make a good poem.

Evelyn Burkhart lived here, and she was talking to

Mrs. Hivala at the Canterbury Book Store.

Stinky Perfume

When she wears perfume, I wear it too

It's in my clothes, no matter what I do

She must bathe in it, from head to toe

Then she carries it, and makes the scent flow

I tell you, it comes with a taste too

Try eating food that tastes like perfume to you

Open the window, spread it around

That stinky perfume can always be found

When dabbing it on, don't you assume

That many won't smell, that stinky perfume

Too much perfume is as bad as a stinky underarm

I'm writing this poem, I'm pulling the alarm

I'm sure they'll keep wearing it, I'm sure it'll be strong

Stinky perfume should stay in the bottle, where it belongs

Try knocking some sense into someone who can't smell

When they bathe in perfume, and they can't tell

Smell the perfume, boy does it stink

It is so strong, it's making me blink

I wrote a poem about perfume before

Yet that stinky scent still comes under my door

Okay, I think you get the message. I just wish

those that wear it would understand. But it's

like knocking your head against the wall. Some

people just don't get it. Maybe they never will.

Maybe I can get some really stinky perfume and

spray it under their door. Maybe not, but it was

nice thought that made me smile just thinking of

it.

Strangers And Friends
© by Bud Lemire on April 25, 2009

In a place where people are moving in and out
There’s no room in your mind for doubt
You may feel threatened by strangers moving in
But with an introduction, a friendship could begin

For we are only strangers, when we are unknown
Not circulating among others, as if we’re made of stone
A few words spoken, in kindness is a start
Will bring together a friendship, that was kept apart

We are all different, with our various personalities
Yet a friend can be a person, who sets your soul at ease
Someone you can rely on, and so trusting too
A friend is a friend, because they also trust you

A simple friendship starts with a hello
And then it takes you wherever it will go
A simple hello in passing, may be just right
Or a game of cards or dice, on an occasional night

Friendship may mean different things to people that you know
But the friendship that I’ve known, touches upon the soul
People enter our lives as a stranger, but they leave as a friend
And the bond of that friendship, is one that’ll never end

This is to all the friends I’ve made. You know who you are.

The ones I say hello to in passing, and the ones I stop to talk

with whenever I am around. Thank you my friends,

for making life easier with every hello you share.

Tess

I thought it was time to write another poem

Honoring a person I met here at my Harbor Tower home

She wears her hair long and has a wonderful smile

People are drawn to her by her friendly style

Always willing to help others, she has this special gift

A friend in need, there to give another a consoling uplift

Is it possible she is a Faerie all dressed in purple with wings

She heals those who are down with what her presence brings

Her thoughtfulness has helped so many, from what I heard

It was brought to my attention by a wise old honey bird

I didn't even know she was in my class at school

She's the same age as I am, now isn't that so cool

I let the other Classmates know that she is here

Many remembered this special woman who is so dear

You'll often see her sitting in the back

She likes to have fun, which is her knack

What is life without having some fun

Time here goes fast and our life is done

If you see this woman with the long hair, glasses and smile

Take the time to sit down and visit with her awhile

Inside her lives a wonderful soul

Someone like her is always good to know

Tess Peterson, I think everyone should be honored for what they give

to this world. For this poem I picked you. I think nobody

should go unnoticed, or unappreciated. Everyone is special

in their own way. Keep on being who you are my friend.

The Ballad Of Mike & Bev

Something happened most recently

Showing me again that love is the key

Two people joined, their love came together

To share a wonderful future, they could treasure

Mike use to live on my floor, I knew him as a friend

They were playing games together, time they would spend

Bev lives here also, she also played the game

Gradually their love grew stronger, which started the Flame

Who's to know who belongs together

Only they know the love that brings them pleasure

We never know who's a match to be

They listen to their heart and soul, very lovingly

It fills me up with happiness, whenever I see

Two loves come together, with all love can be

Life is too short to live without loving

Now they have a special bond, a little turtle doving

So what I want to say to you Beverly and Mike

Keep on loving each other, I'm going to ride my bike

Before I end this poem, I wish you both the best

The love you guys are sharing, is because you've each been blessed

Mike & Bev, life is too short to spend alone. I am so happy you saw

the good qualities in each other and found the love that not everyone

can find. Life will not always be easy, but together as a team, you will

find a way through all the rocks on the road. Because your love will

carry you each through it all, together.

Note: Mike passed away in early 2023 from a tragic accident.

A wonderful man has left this world, and has gone Home.

The Circle Drive

People come and go, in the Circle Drive

You just never know, who’s next to arrive

Through the lobby window, you can see them go

Maybe it is someone that you know

Someone’s always coming, someone’s always leaving

In this life we’re living, we all take part in grieving

Like the Circle Drive, that forms an arc

For us to keep living, there must be a spark

There must be a destination, of where we wish to be

Something we can work towards, to complete our destiny

Never standing still, moving forward in time

How you get there, depends on how you use your mind

Mind over matter, around or straight

Make it happen, or learn to wait

Only you can decide

To walk or to ride

On the walk, you can see so much more

But your feet can become weary and sore

The ride may be faster, with less stress

Yet the easy way, isn’t always the best

As you take in, arrivals and departures at The Circle Drive

Remember to use your best judgment, while you’re alive

Learn and appreciate everything you can, so when you depart

You’ll know the true meaning, of love from the heart

The Circle Drive here at The Harbor Tower. Taxis, DATA bus, and

many other vehicles stop to pick up and drop off people

The Devil's Got Your Soul

It was like any other night, for a good game of dice

A gathering of friends, to take part in something nice

You were usually calm, and we always had great fun

Until the night you lost control, you startled everyone

At the time you acted, like you lost your faith in me

What I experienced was you, letting your inner demon free

You made a lot of noise, and you shook your fist

I'm sure you were hoping, that I would get pissed

I kept my cool, as you let your anger flare

Others all around us, they were well aware

Your actions, left you open wide

To let me, have a glimpse inside

Anger should never be, directed at friends you care about

You should have been in control, and never carried any doubt

Normally you're calm, but what I really want to know

What caused you to go berserk, what made those feelings show

You told others it was pills, and you threw them away

Another told me that earlier, you were dealing with a bad day

Still, that is no reason, to lose yourself like that

You should have thought it out, and remembered where you were at

You lied about what happened, and acted like it never did

An apology was needed, for the flipping of your lid

The action that you took, can not be taken back

It was seen by others, it's not how you should act

You need help to understand, when you're not in control

Or once again you'll find, that the Devil's got your soul

Anger is never good to see. To see someone lose it when you

trusted them, is hard. Not sure really what caused it, but it

should never have happened. We just sat down for a game of

dice, like we usually do. He just lost it and came after me.

Everyone left except one friend, who was worried about me

getting hurt. This guy who had lost it, kept badgering me for

a fight, and I kept ignoring him. In the end he's the one who

got in trouble, and was kicked out.

The Force Is With You

Residents who come down at different times in the night

Will have noticed Security Guards, don't get uptight

The Delta Force are here to keep a safe environment for you

They're friendly and protective in all that they do

They're here to keep the peace, right here in our Tower

When things get too wild, they have the reliable power

They'll stop it before it gets out of control

For that is their duty, that is their role

If someone looks suspicious, they'll check them out

They'll investigate it, until they're left with no doubt

Keeping it clean, away from the nasty Drugs

Getting rid of them, as if they're pesty old bugs

Protectors of the night, we can be assured of a safe sleep

They'll be checking things out, with a regular sweep

They're keeping watch, on our people and this place

Carefully as they take in everyone's face

A keen, observation, carefully seen

Of all things around, and in between

Be yourself in the home place, do what you normally do

And you'll be quite safe, The Force Is With You

The Delta Force team is here to keep this place a safe

environment. Your safety is important. This is your home.

Many times people who take the drugs that are not prescribed,

can get out of control. They can get a bit wild and one of

us who live here, could get hurt. They'll observe and keep a

watchful eye on people. So that we can feel safe while we are

here. Thank you Delta Force, for helping to keep this place safe!

The Delta Force is watching over the Harbor Tower.

Great job you guys and thanks!

The Free Items Table

The Multi-Purpose room, has free items for you to see

You never know what you'll find, or what it could be

Come on down, and have yourself a look

Could be almost anything, maybe a good book

Videos, canned food, or even a good old chair

Most are in good shape, or at least they're fair

You just never know, what you're going to find

Anything can be found there, keep that thought in mind

I've placed things there, and they vanished very fast

Things put on that table, never seem to last

As they say, one person's garbage is someone else's treasure

What one person gains, is always hard to measure

If you looked in each apartment, they're as different as can be

Our tastes are our choices, because we value items differently

Just like our tastes in music, or the books we love to read

We follow our likes and interests, wherever they will lead

I think it never hurts, to at least take a look

You might see something, like a hard to find book

You never know what you'll find, or what it could be

The Multi-Purpose room, has free items for you to see

I always take a look when I am passing by, just to see

what is on the Free-Items Table. Now and then there

is something that interests me. But many times there

are items that don't. But I find it interesting just to

see what people are getting rid of, and also to find

out who is the one picking it up.

The Frog Lady

She's the Frog Lady by the way

Hopping frogs just makes her day

You should see the smile on her face

When she sees those frogs all over the place

One of her frogs hopped away

Those hopping frogs never stay

She was so sad to lose a friend

Those frogs hop to carry on a trend

I took some pictures of a Frog too

I smiled and said “This Frog's for you”

She was so happy to have that shot

That froggy woman sure smiled a lot

When it gets cold what does she wear

A Froggy hat right over her hair

Not sure why she loves those Frogs

They sure aren't cats, they sure aren't dogs

Everyone has something they can love

Frogs are what she's thinking of

Wherever Frogs are hopping around

Upon her face a smile can be found

This one is for Marlene LaLonde - Gursky “The Frog Lady.”

Keep on hopping my friend.

And keep on smiling.

~RIBBET~

The Good Lady Of The Tower

She's The Good Lady Of The Tower

A wonderful French sparkling flower

Who shows her concern, for the people there

By hugging them, to show she cares

In the office, she checks the list

Hoping there wasn't anyone she missed

She's a secretary extraordinaire

Sharing with us her savoir-faire

In the lobby, she paints the wall

I see her walking down the hall

Oh yeah, The Good Lady Of The Tower

Shows up for work when there's no power

With her heritage French-Canadian like mine

She could be a cousin, somewhere in my line

Mon cher amie, so good to have you there

A Good lady, for everyone to share

May your memories always remind you

Of the people who have passed through

Residing in the tallest building, every moment, every hour

And they'll cherish the memories of, The Good Lady Of The Tower

This is for Judi Good, now better known as Judi LaCosse. She was

the secretary here and later the director. Yet always, she remains a friend.

The Gossip Room

I've heard what's being said in The Gossip Room

The place where people's sources are what they assume

Don't assume anything if you want what's true

Go to the person, ask them is what to do

Rumors are spread when all the faces are not there

If you don't know it all, it's only BS and hot air

Word travels fast in the place we have here

Someone could be listening, and it'd be in their ear

Think of how you'd feel if what you just said

Was going around about you, doesn't take long to spread

People passing by would catch a word or two

Fill in the blanks with their own words about you

What an imagination, you did that?! Oh No!

I thought I knew him/her, how could they be so low

A reliable source will win every time

Rumors go wild with lies from the grapevine

It makes me sad when I see someone having doubt

Making up stories they know nothing about

How would you feel if you wore their shoes

Roles being reversed, and it would be your bad news

Think with that brain God gave to you

Research the facts, before the rumors go through

Don't start a rumor and talk about someone you know

nothing about. You may not have all the facts. In fact I

know you don't. You may not know what they've been

through either. You may not know them. Even if you do

know them, and think you have it down right, you may be

way off. Remember: it's best not to say anything bad about

anyway. You keep your image clean that way.

The Halloween Tower

A night at the Tower, on one Halloween

So much was going on, yet so much in between

The ghosts teamed up with all of the witches

And turned on and off, all the light switches

They set off the alarms, when there wasn’t a fire

And all of the computers, seemed to have gone haywire

The washers and the dryers are on, but no clothes to be found

And a well tuned ear, will pick up a low humming sound

Those who wander around at this ghastly hour

Will find either a trick or a treat at the Harbor Tower

For the Tower seems to have a life of its own

And the ringing wouldn’t stop on Len’s phone

Mark came to the rescue, but he didn’t know what to do

He was as much in the dark, without any clue

As we tried to figure out what was happening here

Some of us were overcome with a sudden fear

The chairs in the activity room made a clanging sound

But looking in there, there was no one around

Across the hall, pool balls were moving on the table there

And there was an aroma of cigar smoke in the air

Many of us decided it was best to go to bed

So to the elevators is where our bodies were lead

“Going up” or “going down” usually spoken by the host

Was now a loud laughter, a message from a ghost

All of us were worried, wondering if we’d make it to our floor

When an image appeared, transparent on the door

It was hard to believe, what was being seen

The ghost of Groucho Marx, saying “Happy Halloween”

The Harbor Tower Staff

Through the years, the times and people change

No one stays around, and at first it may seem strange

How will the new director be, will he be okay

Changes can happen anytime, on any given day

A new staff is being added to the crew

And you wonder, how will it effect you

Will they be too harsh, or will they be kind

I can say with passing time, I am content within my mind

Dave has an understanding of people, and does his very best

His expertise keeps you comfortable, living in your nest

Rob is ready and willing to help anyone, that's his job

So thank you for all your assistanace, Rob

Mark was promoted, did he bite off more than he could chew?

No way! He's been doing great, and has the best crew

Tom and Shawn always makes us feel at ease

With them on the job, life is a breeze

Sure there are rules, but if you follow them well

Saves yourself from going through hell

The staff also has rules they must follow too

So don't think that they're picking on you

If you're walking by the office, and see Rob and Dave

Acknowledge and appreciate them with a wave

If you see Mark, Tom, & Shawn, give them a warm hello

Because having a great staff, is so good to know

I thought it was time to appreciate the great staff we have

here at The Harbor Tower. Dave, Rob, Mark, Tom, & Shawn.

They've done great work at keeping this place running well.

We wouldn't have such a wonderful home without their help.

Thanks Guys!

Note: The Staff has changed since this was written.

Now it's Rob & Paul, and Keith, Steve, & Shawn

The Thompson Family

There's Martha, Greg, and also Mike

And there's Warren, who I also like

Greg lived in Vancouver, in the Washington state

I lived further north, and I thought it was great

Greg plays games in the pool room

Mike works at the Casino, pushing the broom

Martha is their Mother, she's really down to Earth

Been taking care of her boys since their birth

But now they watch over each other

You can tell Mike and Greg love their Mother

That's the way it should always be

Watching out for each other, naturally

When Martha and Mike lived here before

Mike was my neighbor and lived on my floor

All of her sons have the gift to gab

Yet with smiling faces, they aren't a crab

They'll joke around a bit, and sometimes tease

It's mostly light humor, so you'll find it a breeze

Knowing them as I do, like all friendships start

I can tell you they each have a wonderful heart

If you see them, stop and say hello

Then you will find out what I know

Dedicated to Martha, Mike, Greg, & Warren, The Thompson Family

Friends of mine!

Mike married Bev, Warren married Wanda. And Mike has passed.

The Two Junes Tune

I'd like to share with you, the “Two Junes Tune”

Two special people who live here, who share the name June

One is a Native American from the Minnesota state

While the other one's vision has gotten worse of late

One goes to dialysis, which tires her out

The other one must watch her step, when she's walking about

Both are wonderful caring people, whom I know

If you know them too, stop and say hello

With family close, making her complete

While she is comfortable within her seat

The other June is a sensitive soul

Why some people dislike her, she'd like to know

One's missing a leg, but she stands a lot

Fighting to live, with all the strength she's got

The other one values her family too

Keeps her afloat when she's feeling blue

I wonder if each were born in June

I'd have to ask them someday soon

Each of them have hearts of gold

Warm hearts to drive away the cold

I wanted to write this special tune

To honor two who share the name of June

In honor of two Junes, June Mantor and June O'Neil

Two special Junes who lived here at the Harbor Tower.

They've since then have passed away,

their memory lives on in this poem.

Their Earthly Home

Halloween night at the tower, the wind’s blowing outside

While on the elevators, the residents ride

Going about their routine, all that is shown

Unaware of what’s going on, in the unknown

In the laundry room, eerie as it may sound

Former residents, now passed, all gather around

They have returned to what was once their Earthly Home

And it’s here on this night, that they like to roam

You may ask, what are they doing here

Harmless they are, yet still you may fear

They’ve come to the place, where they always belong

Their home here on Earth, now sung as Heaven’s song

But they don’t come here to scare

They return here, for it’s love that they share

But many of us take it all the wrong way

And never understand what they have to say

They see all of our pain and routine as being mundane

So you may believe you are going insane

But that’s not their agenda, that’s not their plan

They come around here, because they can

Remember the next time, that you encounter a ghost

They’ve returned to the place that they loved the most

Two Sisters

At The elevator, two sisters say goodnight

Through a peep hole, I see them in the hall light

In the quiet of my room, there are no sounds

Except the good nights, of two sisters in their nightgowns

I told them, that many times I hear them at night

They'll say goodnight to me, if the time is right

Ruth is "Spunky," and Alice has Bells Palsy

And they are two very special friends to me

Alice exercises in the morning, going around the floor

I saw Ruthie reading the poem, I have hanging on my door

When it comes to fun, these sisters really know

They enjoy playing, and get lucky at the casino

They've been special friends to me, since I moved in here

And as each day passes, they each become more dear

Ruthie is the decorator, on her floor

Alice is the humanitarian, helping people door to door

I wrote this poem, for two sisters that I know

Alice Vanderlinden and Ruthie Sovey, who each have a wonderful soul

Alice has passed away, and Ruthie has moved out.

Underneath My Door

I can see the reflection of your feet on the hallway floor

As the light shines in, underneath my door

I know when you stop to read my poem

I know when you are walking alone

I'll be watching TV, when something catches my eye

The light under my door flickers, as you're walking by

Sometimes I'll see something being pushed underneath

And then just as quickly, some walking away feet

I know it's a long wait for the elevator

You have to stand for it, without a chair

I post the poetry, to give you something to do

While you wait for the elevator to get to you

I place my poems out there for you

And hope you like them, as much as I do

Well, the elevator is now here

Thanks for reading, you may now disappear

I use to post my poems in a clear plastic pocket and change it

daily or bi-daily, for people passing by to read.

I'll catch people reading it through my peephole,

and see their feet under the door as they stop.

These days I post them down on the first floor on the bulletin board

Uplifting Poems

She gently lifts the poem from the bulletin board

To bring it home for her mind to absorb

Tomorrow she'll get a copy for her own

But for now, it's her only poem

Some people will never know why

But the words in the poem make her high

They can take you so far away

That can make you think about every day

Never realizing others look for it to read

Only knowing it's something that she needs

She smiles, feeling so good inside

Knowing her feelings are nothing to hide

She places it on the stand by the bed

A wonderful place, each time it's read

She picks it up and nods her head

She's fast asleep underneath the bedspread

The next day, she thinks copies will do

She'll share them with all the others too

Friends and family always love what they say

"Uplifting Poems, always make my day”

The word uplifting is taken two ways. The

poem uplifted you, and you uplifted the

poem and took it home. My poems were

being taken, and I was hoping it was

someone who was enjoying them.

Wandering Alice

I call her Wandering Alice, she wanders the halls to see

If anyone would like a snickers, it turned out to be me

She wonders where to get a book shelf

That will be just right for herself

As she wanders the halls and the lobby to see

She jingles her hand, for she holds a key

"I wonder just where, this key will go"

Only a turn of events, will let her know

"Oh the elevator numbers, are changing so fast"

As Wandering Alice, wanders into the past

She remembers a time long ago and far away

That plays on her memory, on that special day

If you should see Wandering Alice, on some distant street

Stop and say hello to her, for she is wonderfully sweet

Oh, I call her Wandering Alice, because she wanders around

And there's always snickers, wherever she's found

This was about Alice Jerome, who use to live at Harbor Tower

Who Took The Poem?
© by Bud Lemire on March 6, 2011

I wonder, wonder, who took the poem
From the bulletin board at this place called home
Did you take them down so you could see?
All you had to do was come and ask me

I put them up here for all to read
Don’t take them for that is greed
Leave them here so all can look
They can not read the poems you took

Every time I’d put a new one here
I’d walk by later and they’d disappear
Sooner or later we’ll find out who
And it won’t look very good for you

For you must fully understand this
The poems shouldn’t be ones others miss
They’re posted so that I can share
The words I write with utmost care

A friend told me they were scattered on a bench
“Savior faire” is needed, pardon my French
Remember to leave them there for all
To take them makes you look pretty small
Permission is needed and you should ask to take
These poems I write, for goodness sake!

Whoever is taking these poems, is one who is reading this right now. No not you, who just reads it and leaves it here. It’s YOU who takes it down and brings it to your apartment and never considers others wanting to read it. You can get copies made in the office, or you can come to me and ask permission to get copies and return the poem after you do. I ask that you leave the new ones up for a week before getting copies. This way everyone gets a chance to read it. Please use “Common Sense” when it comes to my poetry. I love sharing them, and would hate to have to stop posting them because of someone’s ignorance. I have friends who are watching, and they will get back to me. Yes, even in the middle of the night.

With A Smile (Mike Thompson)

I first met Mike, he was my neighbor on the fifteenth floor

We'd always stop and chat, who could ask for any more

His smile was felt by everyone, when we caught his eye

He had a warmth inside his heart, he was a special guy

He joked around with everyone, in his own special way

Whenever he said anything to me, it always made my day

“Hey Bud, the Mayor wants you to take pictures for him next week”

He always wore that smile, and had a way whenever he would speak

He liked music, he asked me to burn him a CD

Close to a year later, he never forgot he owed me

Out came his wallet, and he'd hand me a ten dollar bill

I wasn't worried about the money, I was impressed by his memory skill

Everyone I've talked to, had something great to say about Mike

There wasn't anything about him, that we didn't like

When he married Bev, he wanted me to take pictures for him there

I was so happy for their union, and a love they both could share

Don't worry Mike, you've left this world behind

You're in the afterlife, and I'm sure that you will find

Everything is much better there, always listen to your soul

Your journey here is over, now you are once again whole

Many of us will grieve, because it is a great loss

Yet we know we'll see you again, when it's our time to cross

Let me end this poem, by thanking you for being a great friend to me

May your journey in Spirit, be the best that it can ever be

Mike, we're saddened that your journey here had to end so soon.

Yet, I know Heaven is a special place, and I also know you

will watch over those you are close to here. You

will meet my girlfriend there, and many others

who have passed from the Harbor Tower.

Loretta and so many others.

You've got a wonderful soul my friend.

Thank you for sharing it with us. ^j^

Write One About Me

Why don’t you write one about me

A special poem that others can see

You’ll find it to be so easy

And it’ll make me so happy

If you write one about me

With your outstanding poetry

I know it would be great

And I’d sure appreciate

Will you write one about me

Let all the words flow free

Write what comes to you

Like all the poets do

Why don’t you write one about me

One that shows my inner beauty

I know it’s something you can do

So I’ll be waiting for it from you

Write a poem, using your words of poetry

Post it on the bulletin board so others can see

Why don’t you write one about me

It’ll make me so very happy

Everyone in the building I live in, Harbor Tower, reads my poems, and asks

"when are you going to write one about me?"

So came this poem for those who ask.

You're A Good Man, Rob

I see him running from here to there

He is a man who truly does care

When you have a problem, he'll help in any way

To ease your mind and make better your day

He seems to be quite knowledgeable about many things

Facing daily issues, no matter what it brings

I still thinks he gets a lot of exercise

No rest for this man, who seems to be wise

I really haven't sat down with him to get to know

From what I do, he seems a wonderful soul

From what I hear, everyone likes him here

So he is someone who we all find dear

He does his best so we will understand

Giving us each, his helping hand

He keeps quite busy, doing his very best

Sometimes I wonder, does he ever take time to rest

He helped Judi, and now he's helping Dave

If you're passing by, be sure to wave

So glad to have him here at his job

Helping everyone, you're a good man Rob

So glad to have you here at the Tower Rob Skogman.

You treat the residents with care and understanding.

You're appreciated by everyone here.

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