Robert L. Laumeyer

Sun City, Arizona

Robert grew up on a Montana farm-ranch in the 30's and 40's. There was no electricity, limited radio, and few neighbors. Robert learned to read and play cards for entertainment. He attended a one room school with few books. He made up verse before he learned to write. He learned to read and to love books. He now owns over 5,000 books. He worked in education for 35 years. He is now retired and lives in Sun City in the winter and in Montana in the summer.

The Drifting Cloud

The old man watched the cloud drift along.
In the clear blue sky, it did not belong.
As he watched the cloud, near the rim,
He thought how much the cloud was like him.
In life, no anchor of faith had he earned,
Questions, not answers, within him burned.

His wonder had grown, as his senses grew dim,
He longed for faith, as his cloud neared the rim.
But as he lived, so must he die,
Just a drifting cloud, on a finite sky.

Twilight Reflections

My book of poetry I lay way;
The click of the switch marks the close of day
Alone in the dark with time to think,
As if of life to take one long drink
And savor the flavor so eminently brewed,
For thought and reflection are life's food.
So eat, drink, and remember along,
For thought is Poetry, and poetry is song...

Books and Poems

Books are worlds
Within themselves
A universe can be held
On wooden shelves.

Poems are music
In the air
The ageless dreams
Of those who care.

A Poet's Garden

He has a private garden
No one is allowed to see.
Here where he plants his dreams
And grows pure fantasy.

Courage

You know you can fail
And yet not a failure be.
When a leaf falls,
It does not kill a tree.

Wisdom And Age

Youth should look with caution
When they look upon the aged.
Are they seeing wisdom
Or but scars of battles raged?

Alone

I told my tale to a lonely pine,
A tale of being and a tale of time.
By and by the pine whispered back to me,
"I stand alone, but I am free."