The bolt flashes from the ground to heaven somewhere around a quarter to eleven,

Ten million volts in one quick blast and the sand that it touches turns into glass,

Dig it up, it’s one of a kind and sell in a gallery where the rich drink wine and pay a price that boggles ones mind,

The cool gentle breeze that blows this night brings a chill in the spine as the next bolt does strike,

The sky gets bright from the lightening I see and not a thing is moving not even me,

The night is now quiet and no sounds can be heard except for the wind which tree leaves it stirs,

I hope that all are safe tonight from the mighty lightening strikes.

Jack Huffmaster-Poet

April 24, 2010

Spike the family pet my good doberman guards the garden ever so patiently as he barks at bees , cats and even the neighborhood Red fox that has begun to visit daily.

April 13, 2010

Each day at the door they greet me so happy and care free,

The joy upon their face as they meet me at the door,

Little bundles of happiness and joy that is for sure,

Surrounded by their love I am so every day,

It puts a smile upon my face and warmth upon my heart,

The pleasure that it gives me the explanation I could not start,

It puts chill bumps on my skin and simply melts my heart,

Surrounded by their love so blessed I am you see,

I am so very thankful that God does so love me.

Jack Huffmaster, Jr.- poet.

Written: November 3, 2008.

The artist brush is painting the scene across the sky,

As autumn comes in with the gently falling rain,

The hills multiple colors are much to be amazed,

The haze it rises as the rain slowly dries,

The yards they slowly fill with leaves that slowly die,

Children raking piles to take that first dive,

Pressed in a book from forty years ago,

The oak leaf crumbles as the book is opened though,

Where did it come from, what tree did it belong,

Too long ago that memory has passed on,

That oak leaf is swept away and another starts growing on.

Jack Huffmaster, Jr.-Poet

Written: September 4, 2008

It was not just tonight it was some time before,

Going all those places so many faces we do see,

Not remembering the names but, the face for eternity,

Probably in a store a mall not too far away,

Or a short outing in some forgotten place,

It takes us to a time and travels far away,

Thinking where we saw them on that forgotten day,

Then it finally strikes us and the memory fades away.

Jack Huffmaster, Jr.-Poet

Written: September 1, 2008.

The jamming of the mouse,

The clicking of the keys heard throughout the house,

Hammering away and surfing on the web,

Surrounded by people but, so alone their almost dead,

Constantly they read and study through the night,

They live on five hours sleep but, seem to do alright,

Their head is filled with words in chronological order,

Their mind is often reeling  but, never is distorted,

Sometimes it is overwhelming but, never is too much,

Because, they pick up that next book to see what is the fuss,

Complex things they remember the simple they forget,

It is all a wonderful mix that somehow seems to fit.

Jack Huffmaster, Jr.-Poet.

Written: September 1, 2008.

I heard the swooshing from above and wondered what was the matter,

The chopper flew through an hour before and back thirty minutes after,

The clatter of the thunder and the flashing of the light,

I wonder who is riding in the flying hospital tonight,

The noises that we hear on these dreary dreadful nights,

It makes one wonder what happened to really cause the flight,

The storm it gets much stronger at the nights closing end,

Between the hour of true midnight and the dawns gleaming in,

The rain falls upon the flowers the grass it does make grow,

The slow falling rain makes the night pass so slow.

Jack Huffmaster, Jr.-Poet

Written: June 23, 2008.