A look at America's past,
seventeen syllables and
three lines at a time.
By Spike Gallespie

Big Bang or maybe
six days of work, one of rest.
Somehow, it begins.

Dinosaurs tromp tromp,
act tough, then dies so Spielberg
can win more Oscars.

Homo erectus
is Mr. Smarty No Pants:
plays with fire, makes tools.

Ice Age arrives and
prompts Homo sapiens to
start wearing some clothes.

Hunt, gather? Why? This
is the dawning of the Age
of Agrarius.

There's no place like Rome.
A salad of Caesars tossed
aside by the Goths.

Gutenberg printing
thrills all the writer types with
a moveable feat.

Fourteen ninety-two:
Chris Columbus breaks ground for
the first McDonald's.

Colonists unite.
Boston tea fling leads sun to
set on British flag.

Industry arrives.
It's electric. It's steamy.
We are humming now.

Eighteen sixty-one:
divided we fall. Able
Lincoln unites us.

One World War follows
another. Rosie rivets.
Patton rolls. We win.

Russia leads space race.
So? They get Sputnik but we
get Elvis Presley.

Alphabet of strength:
MLK, JFK, X
spelling civil rights.

Sixties. Some drafted.
Some protest. Some seek flower
power in the Haight.

John Travolta is
disco dance personified.
(What WERE we thinking?)

Internet arrives.
You have mail! How did we find
things before Google?

The young dot-wealthy
kiss hubris 'bye: bubble bursts.
Can't cash laughingstocks.

A pair of Bushes
are planted at the White House,
make Clinton sandwich.

Crisis speak thy name.
First Saddam. Then Monica.
Then Saddam, again.

The Twin Towers fall.
Sorrow, anger and pride rise
up from the ashes.

Soaring Angels prove
in spite of the strength of Bonds
Giants sometimes fall.

Wellstone departs so
suddenly. Dems rally but
Mondale not the Norm.

GOP poll vaults
over midterm elections,
showing Dems da brakes.

ScarletRose: always knew you were good Cathy!

Stardust: Well alternate title is just as good as original if stated by the author! And yes you are correct it was Veronica Shoffstall (so google says LOL)!
You are most welcome for the share!

Comes the Dawn

After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand an chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contrtacts
and presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head held up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
insteadof waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
with every goodbye you learn. . .