Neil Horn

Essex, Ontario

Neil is a World War II veteran and a retired supervisor from Ford of Canada. He began writing poetry three years ago and found it a fulfilling retirement hobby. He has written about thirty poems, many of which have been published by the National Library of Poetry or have appeared in the local Free Press. Neil is a zealous sports fan and still participates in bowling, darts and golf. He is also an avid gardener. He does not restrict himself to any particular subjects but considers himself an "as the spirit moves me" poet and just follows the wind.

Take me Back --- Please

It's high speed, high tech, and turmoil
But I'll still reach age ninety or so
If I don't get blasted by a Captain Kirk
Or get nabbed by a U.F.O.

I was never dented by a one-speed bike
Nor crashed by a runaway horse,
But when driving or crossing our roads today
I'm on a perilous, adventurous course.

The Babe, the Gipper, Laurel, Hardy
Just to mention some oldies by name,
Had talent and pride, not the aura of gold,
To gain seats in the hall of fame.

It's topless, bottomless,and singles bars
And even outrageous TV in the morning,
Riots, murders, inflation and strikes,
And incurable ills with their warning.

I can't agree with this lifestyle
So don't consider me a quack
When I say where's my ice box and radio
And please ... please take me back.

At The Gate

I had a crazy dream last night,
Oh boy was it a dilly,
I've got to talk about it
For it's really scared me silly.

I dreamt I went to Heaven
Well, at least up to the gate,
But what happened to me after that
Make me wonder at my fate.

Instead of old St. Peter
Was a man in flaming red
He raised his three-pronged trident;
Oh man, I'm really dead!

I spied an escalator
With down, it one direction;
"St. Peter's on a coffee break
But he'll be back for the selection."

When he returns we'll question you
to decide which trip you take
We save a lot of time this way --- "

Thank God ! I came awake.

No Fridge To Raid

With ice and snow upon the ground
Birds hopes for food soon fade,
When hungry we can raid the fridge
But they've no fridge to raid.

A Christmas View

It doesn't cost for gifts of love
Spend as many as you may,
You'll feel rich beyond compare
On this merry Christmas day.