Three very unsightly bums came from the bushes. Looked up at
the Church on the hill and crossed themselves. Saw me and waved
Of the sights working on the Waterfront of Seattle are many strange
visions. One smiled toothless and waved. Carrying everything they owned on
their backs. No one asked me for money. They went on their way.
The last man again turned and crossed himself. I wrote this for
him. Reality it is my first published poem:
LET NO MAN BE DENIED
I spied the steeple of a church
So high upon it's lofty perch
From miles, upon an unkempt hill
One could see the spire still
The peoples voices sang about
Peace in the land without a doubt
There were songs of love of fellowman
Up came a drunk with trembling hand
As he staggered up and through the door
A drunk stumbled fell on the alder floor
Congregation shouted as if in one voice
"Remove this man so we may rejoice!"
Up stepped one man with loving heart
With his tithe to give this drunk a start
Years passed: the deed long forgot
A new Church was to be built upon the spot
A caring man stepped forth a generous gift
"I was down congregation gave me a lift!"
Today a Church stands tall for all to see
People's message from high comes to me
Words they would sing some even cried
Words of God, "Let no man be denied!"
Scenes eating lunch on Pier 70 Seattle
The bluest skies you ever scene are in Seattle
Perry Como