Union County Writers Club

    As administrator, my resolution for 2015 is to keep on top of this website more than I did in 2014,  to make it more informative than it has been.  I ask the members of the club and visitors to make good use of the "News" page.

     Here's to an up and coming new year.8)

This annoucement is for past and future visitors to this website and our club members.  Official club members will be listed on the "About Us" page.  Official club members can also post theirselves on the "Members" page.  Unofficial members or visitors to the website, can post theirselves Only on the "Members" page.  They can be deleted if they list theirself under a name that could be misconstrued as offensive.  This could give a bad name and or feel to this website.  We the "Union County Writers' Club" would rather not have that happen.  We thank you for your understanding.

To the present club members, our website has been revised and will continue to be in the upcoming days and weeks.  Any changes you think to improve it, please let the site administrator know by leaving a note on the Contact Us page or making a comment at the next Club meeting.

Darrell

My Watch Is Always Wrong

My watch is always wrong.                                                                                                                     It ticks, it tocks,                                                                                                                                   And skips along                                                                                                                                       The sands of time                                                                                                                           While I behind,                                                                                                                                 Moaning,                                                                                                                                               Am forced to follow.

from the "The Fear Years"

Hummingbird

Air trembles like a bow on a string                                                                                                  Still lighter the beater brakes

Its tremolo over the rose bush                                                                                                           Its timbre breaks into fragments

The chords of our voices                                                                                                                    As we across the table

The clatter of dishes                                                                                                                       Falls unheard against our window

The beater does not care for us                                                                                                          We are slow as snails to him

As he alarms the blossoms                                                                                                                   With his gentle probing

There is life inside the glass                                                                                                          There is life outside the glass

For my part, I would prefer                                                                                                             To be a beater of the morning air.