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