INTRO
WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN
ALONG 693
THE ABORTION PALACE
GROWING UP, TWO AMERICAS
ANNIVERSARY 1984
TO BETTY, 1982
BEYOND NORTH MOUNTAIN
THE BRANDY LINE (ABOUT A FAVORITE GOAT)
CHICAGO AND NORTHWESTERN
DREAM OF CHARLES DE LANGLADE
YOU CALL ME FOLLY MILLS
THE ODYSSEY OF GLOOMY GUS
HILLS
IMPATIENS CAPENSIS
THE ADVANTAGE OF INTELLIGENCE
I DIDN'T KNOW YOU THEN
AFTER YOU LANGLADE
WAITING ON LARAMIE CREEK
THE LESSON
LITTLE RIVER
MEMORY
MUSIC AT THE JACKSON
THE HUMAN CONDITION IS NOT
OLD DOMINION
OLD MAN TO HIMSELF
OLD RIDER
CALLING OWLS
FROM THE TALE OF PETER MINK
MAKE REVOLUTION
THE SCRAPER
MY SHIP
SNAPSHOT
TO OUR SONS, 1982
SPRING PEEPERS
TREES OF NEW JERSEY
A TRUE DOCTOR
DEATH OF WILBUR
BY WINNEBAGO'S SHORE
©Poems of R.F.Mueller- Other Times, Other Thoughts

TED
R.F. Mueller



You were a breed apart
In your smoke stained mackinaw,
Tall, strong shouldered, slightly stooped,
Crow footed from facing down the wind.
Long ago you learned there was more to life
Than going to church,
Than pissing behind the barn.
2
Ice breaking on the lakes and
Redwings taking flight along the tracks
Were your signs to board the old Soo Line,
Grabbing familiar weathered wood and rusty iron.
3
Perched between the rhythmic clack of steel
And the violet light of dawn,
You reached for what all men feel but few can touch.
We boys didn't know it then
But you were the Ulysses in us newly born.


 

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I have a picture in my mind, a rare spotting of Ted's arrival from one of his trips; seated high on the roof of a boxcar, half resting on a huge bundle, 22 rifle barrel poking skyward. He was a master woodsman and expert at such tasks as sharpening and setting saws, felling trees and butchering hogs. But above all, to us boys, he was a great story teller!