Claude T. Cawley Salt Lake City, Utah

Claude T. Cawley holds BSME and PHD degrees from the University of Utah. He is the chief Financial Officer of Macrotech Fluid Sealing, Inc, a manufacturing firm with headquarters in Salt Lake City. He has many sons, daughters, and grandchildren. He has written poetry since early childhood and served on the literary staffs of yearbooks in high school. His works news to the classical forms, Sonnets especially. are favorite modes of expression. The close organization and unity they require call for discipline in the use of language that interests him more than the looseness of free or blank verse.

Tenderness In summer here below Where little roses blow, The sky looks down with quiet eyes The sky he laughs and then he cries. He makes a tear to fall below, To help the little roses grow. Fame Man wax in might and conquer heights unreached, Or yet in wisdom sound the fathoms deep. But still time's withered roads, yet unimpeached, Guide hither few whose standards men will keep. Than live the myriads out their lives in vain? Or so the great upon the lesser rest Til one of nations, of a people twain. Might tread through time the myriad to attest? And if the Lords of mothers sons who live Their lives in weary tandem throughout the years Collect the stuff of greatness unto one to give, His stature as the sum of theirs appears/ And mine's enhanced, for this I ken: A life when lived is a monument to men.

Troth My oath to you the grandeur claims of gold A thousand cities tribute could not mete Or blames the failure of the sun to hold A measure with your countenance complete My sighs begin with promises to bring For your delight the fabled gossauet Of nebulas and distant orbs; then fling At fate my recklessness to answer her; And finish with a quest to fight the odds A solemn vow to seal your heart: "I'll climb The heights, I'll plumb the depths, I'll smith the gods!" These deeds are merely wrought in word sublime, But dare I offer what is mine to give For you through all my life to love and live?

On Thrift A cent, once spent, is gone, And can't be spent , Through you may pine away and sigh, And lift your eyes to look on high, Or vent your anger there upon. You should take time to ponder on This vanity: to squander on While thinking you can multiply A cent once spent! You shouldn't think your work to con Another from a friend, of don The cloak of industry to ply Another cent can dignify Accent once spent.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Claude T. Cawley. All rights reserved.