Poems ✍️

I sat with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon eating steak and onions.
And he laughed and told stories of his wife and children and the cause of labor
and the working class.
It was laughter of an unshakable man knowing life to be a rich and red-blooded
thing.
Yes, his laugh rang like the call of gray birds filled with a glory of joy ramming
their winged flight through a rain storm.
His name was in many newspapers as an enemy of the nation and few keepers of
churches or schools would open their doors to him.
Over the steak and onions not a word was said of his deep days and nights as a
dynamiter.
Only I always remember him as a lover of life, a lover of children, a lover of all
free, reckless laughter everywhere—lover of red hearts and red blood the world
over.