Dennis Herrell has been writing poetry for forty years during his adult life as teacher, outside sales person, and, lately, antique dealer. He is like every poet in the world – always in training, and painfully aware of it. Enter his world to read some poems he has had published.
All The Marbles
you scrape a circle in the dirt,
about 6 feet across.
Do it with a stick,
no mechanical device,
because this is dusty, sweaty work
for a barefoot kid
with freckles and messy hair.
all contestants in the game
check and count your marbles,
because now is the time to trade,
appraise inventory, and choose your best shooter.
start the game and play,
shoot straight and hard and true;
play with your knuckles in the dirt
and on the line,
because the game is over
when you win or lose all the marbles.
This is not a kid's game.
This is for all the marbles.
( 4/1/02 – Mid-American Poetry Review)