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Motorcycle Haiku
Copyright April 16, 2011
Aaron A. Lehman
Two wheels spin in air
Feet high above handle bars
Rotate three sixty
Adrenalin rush
Lights camera action cheers
Rider misses ramp
Flashing red lights chill
Blood runs ambulance leaves scene
Announcer yells next
Hockey Haiku
Copyright April 15, 2010
Aaron A. Lehman
Glide to the corner
Curved hockey stick under can
Writhe in pain on ice
Body check head to boards
Freezing teeth blood puddled ice
Be a man eat teeth
Avalanche Haiku
Copyright April 16, 2011
Aaron A. Lehman
Engines roar tracks spin
Pristine white mountain sparkles
Riders high marking
Mountain rumbles down
Bodies tumble beneath snow
Crushing night gasp air
Haiku Bald Eagle
Copyright April 14, 2010
Aaron A. Lehman
Bright white head and tail
Powerful black feathered wings
Bald Eagle takes flight
Massive yellow bill
Feet with four talons of steel
Catch prey feed babies
Strong north wind blowing
Wake up dormant winter buds
Burst forth to face sun
White appendages
Reach for blue sky gleam sun
Insects pollinate
Strong blue-green steel walls
Envelop secure Field House
Workout blood sweat tears
Haiku Canadian Spring
Copyright April 8, 2011
Aaron A. Lehman
Tinkling ice crystals
Bright hot sun morning spring time
Rivulets melt runs
Slave candled rhomboids
White ridges sport gleaming ice
Sun glint diamonds
Wings over water
Sights sounds smells that bring the spring
Swans Canada Geese
Melodious trills
Flashing Alberta song birds
Flight coloured brilliance
Haiku
To Japan
Copyright April 6, 2011
Aaron A. Lehman
Silently spreading
Japanese killer disguised
When will it be stopped?
Who is next in line?
Suffer radiation burns
Don’t know, could be you
Carry on the fight
Future for children not bright
Help stop melt down now
From around the world
People watch sacrifice made
Remember friends pray
You’ve Gotta Be Kidding
Copyright April 9, 2011
Aaron Lehman
“You’ve gotta be kidding!”
“Nope.”
“Where’d you hear that?”
“My Mosôm said his Mosôm could do it.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“Well my Mosôm said it and I believe it.”
“Well my Mosôm is a more important elder than your Mosôm.”
“No he isn’t”
“Yes he is!”
Two young Aboriginal boys were having a discussion about something they heard from a Mosôm. Joey, a black haired, dark skinned, bright eyed youngster reported to his friend Sandy about his great grandfather’s vision. Sandy, a sandy haired, light skinned friend, about the same age, was a bit of a sceptic. Both boys had been forced to attend a powwow at the Métis Crossing. Although very different in looks, they were both Métis and related. They had been dragged along by their parents.
“You need to hear what the elders have to say. It will help you when you grow up. Blah! Blah! Blah!”
“This drumming is driving me crazy,” Joey mumbled to Sandy.
“Yeh, that weird singing by the elders is awful.”
“Let’s split when my Mom isn’t looking.”
“Okay. Head for the bushes and we’ll listen to some rap music on my I-pod.”
“Now!”
Slipping carefully to the back of the crowd, they inched toward the closest bush and then escaped without being detected by the sharp eyes of their Mothers.
“We made it!” Joey gasped.
“Yeh! Let’s crank up our music.”
“Do you believe all of that vision stuff?” Sandy asked Joey.
“No, but my brother said that once he was trapping with Mosôm and he wanted to break into a beaver lodge. Mosôm said to never disturb the beaver lodge because if you do, the beaver will stop counting the days and his calendar will miss a month. This could cause him to stay in his lodge too long in the spring and he would starve.”
“Do you believe that?”
“Well, my brother said that sometime later he did break into a beaver lodge without letting Mosôm know about it.”
“What did he find?” Sandy asked.
“He said the beaver had all vanished, but he saw twelve big sticks and three hundred sixty five little sticks. Some were arranged to show the month and day that he broke in.”
“Wow! Did it screw up their calendar?”
“I don’t know. He never went back.”
“What are they doing over their?” Sandy asked.
“It looks like they’re dancing,” Joey replied.
“Wait, one of the elders is in a trance.”
“Let’s slip into the dance and see what is going on,” Joey offered.
The boys joined the others in the round dance, but were captured by what Joey’s Mosôm was doing in the centre of the circle. The drummers were beating the drums with increasing speed. Mosôm’s voice reached a feverish pitch. The swaying of his body and the up and down change in pitch was causing him and others to go into a trance. On a stump in front of him lay two moth cocoons. As Mosôm reached the peak of his singing, the cocoons started to break open.
“I told you so”, Joey nudged Sandy.
“I don’t believe it, but the caterpillars are coming out of their cocoons and swinging in time with the singing.”
“See I told you, my Mosôm is better than your Mosôm. Now my Mosôm can do what his Mosôm did,” Joey chortled.
“Wow!”
“Maybe we should try this powwow thing.”
Long Haul
Copyright March 30, 2011
Aaron A. Lehman
Long Haul. Long Haul.
The story of life is like a long haul.
The trucker who drives all day with good sight
Longs to be home on a Saturday night.
He keeps his rig running and knows he can’t stall
Because he is in it for the long haul.
When the shine has come off of the wedding ring
And I’m no longer such a beautiful thing.
Don’t you start looking around at all
Just remember we’re in this for the long haul.
When the kids start to scream
We know this wasn’t our dream.
Late at night into bed we crawl
Just remember we’re in this for the long haul.
Off to the practice and then the big game
We know our lives won’t be the same.
The phone rings and we answer the call
Just remember we’re in this for the long haul.
Busy and loud the kids play their song
How can the volume be all wrong?
With friends all around on the floor they sprawl
Just remember we’re in this for the long haul.
Out of the door and into the night
How to protect them is the big fright.
Young adults now they're off to the mall
Just remember we’re in this for the long haul.
Though my hearing is fading and my hair is now gray
My hands are still willing to work and to play.
When my writing is nothing but a scrawl
Just remember we’re in this for the long haul.
When my skin begins to sag
And under the eye there’s a big bag.
Don’t turn away with a surly drawl
Just remember we’re in this for the long haul
Sugar Shanty Blues
Copyright March 8, 2011
Aaron A. Lehman
If it happens every year
As sugaring draws near
If you shiver in the night
And sweat in the day
If you shed enough tears
To catch them in buckets
You’re just like the maple tree that freezes at night
And runs in the day
Out of the spout
And into the bucket
To all you ex-Yankees
With your heart in your shoes
If these are your symptoms
Then here’s the sad news
You’ve just come down
With the sugar shanty blues
If you remember the sap wagon
That splashed through the mud
When a wheel hit a rock
And stopped with a thud
Then the sap in the tub launched into space
And we all took a hit in the face
With sap running down
We thought we would drown
Our clothes were a fright
But what a tasty delight
To all you ex-Yankees
With your heart in your shoes
If these are your symptoms
Then here’s the sad news
You’ve just come down
With the sugar shanty blues
If you remember the shanty
With a tin roof on the top
The sap boiled over
And the steam wouldn’t stop
When we put in the wood
The fire would roar
It seemed to say
Feed me some more
When the sap boiled around
To the very last pan
Then the golden syrup
Drained into a can
What a tasty treat when the syrup had cooled
No ex-Yankee will ever be fooled
To all you ex Yankees
With your heart in your shoes
If these are your symptoms
Then here’s the sad news
You’ve just come down
With the sugar shanty blues
