Please note that the poems below are written as Archie had originally
typed them:
"I’m fascinated by the race,
At which mankind’s exploring space.
The way they’re going, we will soon,
Have scheduled flights to the moon.
There’ll be a weekly trip to Mars,
And maybe to more distant stars.
We’ll find out what makes Saturn’s ring,
And what’s on Jupiter by jing.
The braver soul will have to see,
Just what it’s like on Mercury.
Young men with lots of time to spare,
May zoom clear out to Pluto where –
The temperature is mighty low,
And some day they may even go,
A hundred million miles to see,
What’s in some other Galaxie –
Well that’s not for me, says ‘old Archie’ "
"My Choice
I’d like to fly through space myself,
But I’m too old, I’m on the shelf.
But I’d like to take a short fast run,
To some place closer to the sun.
Where it is warm all year round,
And snow is never on the ground.
Some little place with tropic seas,
With sandy beaches and palm trees,
Where lots of food grows naturally,
And I could pick it off a tree.
So I’d have something to do,
Except relax ‘neath skies of blue.
ARCHIE EADY
March 1975
"Wood
Beech wood fires are bright and clear
If the wood has dried a year,
Oak and maple, if dry and old
Keep away the winter cold,
Birch and pine burns too fast
Blaze up bright but do not last,
Poplar has a bitter smoke
Smarts your eyes and makes you choke,
Cedar wood will burn when dry
It snaps and cracks and sparks do fly,
Apple wood will scent your room
With and incence like perfume,
Elem wet, smelles like cat mold
And the flames from it is cold,
Ash wood wet or ash wood dry
You can barley warm your slippers by
