Ingrid's entries in the 1998 Christmas Contest

Contest: Poetry

There is this loony bird George

Who on our dock would gorge

The fish he would eat, but shrimp heads scorn

For he was truly to the manor born

Our very own heron George.

Vacationing

Sun casts golden rays

Awaiting Baby Jesus

Azure sea surrounds

Peaceful now it is,

But all fled when Mitch was here.

Only to return.

Immortality

Brings fear of mortality.

God has final say.

Beyond horizon

The amber shore of the Baltic.

Should I swim there now?

No, the plane awaits.

Familys' gathering nears.

I fly away, oh my!