It's Over!

You Did Not Return My Shovel

You did not return my shovel,
I really need it bad.
You left and took my shovel.
It’s made my life so sad.

It was my only shovel.
I had it all these years.
I own no other shovel.
My tool shed sheds such tears.

I can see it now,
Shining in the sun.
Glowing in the rain.
O my lost shovel,
Causes me such pain.

I am cold in the night
Cause my shovel’s not in sight.
How can I carry on
When my shovel’s lost and gone?

Someday when you’re in hell,
You’ll know the reason why.
You horked my beauty shovel,
And digging made you die.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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We Americans

We Americans

Speak of our founding fathers,

Our proud heritage,

As if it were all etched in stone,

Authored by God,

This young country,

This work in progress,

Fresh from ignorance and sin,

Sinning still.

~ Photo and poem by Russ Allison Loar

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Godspeed

In Jamestown,
My father's forefather,
Excised from country,
Bereft and starving.

(What an asshole!)



~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist Seaman Matthew Bookwalter
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