Category Archives: Leo’s Corner

By Leo Lawton February 10, 2012 I knew a guy, his name was Phil, quiet and shy, guess he always will, remain that way, cause yesterday, he fell by the way. One of the sixteen of the Class of ’54, … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton February 28, 2010 As much as I love you, it’s that time I know, I must let you grow up, I must let you go, You were conceived, and I was happy. You were born, and my … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton April 30, 2001 I was asked in a class the other day, “What’s the answer to question A?” Lost and found, I said on a whim, You’ve lost your morals, go find them. Don’t you know where … Continue reading →

by: Leo Lawton July 21, 2003             With long hair flying in the breeze,             she runs to me with careless ease,             She says “I’m glad you’re home,             I love you papa”.             With eyes so bright and … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton March 19, 2022 Sometimes, when the mist is on the meadow, and dew has fallen gently on the land, I see wildflowers suckling on the moisture, and wonder, how did this get so planned. What plot of … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton July 2, 1999 Live sculpture, that’s what mama is, furrowed brow, worn hands, cheeks chisled by the wind and sun, a work of art. Rodin himself could never capture that look of consternation that is hers, whenever … Continue reading →

by: Leo Lawton July 2, 1999             M is for the merry little laughter             E is for the eyes so big and bold             G is for the golden locks upon her             A is for the arms for … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton April 10, 2010 If I knew tonight were my last one on earth, what should I be doing now, should I call all my friends, to make final amends, or should I be figuring how, to beat … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton July 13, 2009           Oh, she of tawny hair, and fair complexion,           A ray of light, in a dull and dreary world,           A wondrous child, so worthy of affection,           A shining star as on … Continue reading →

Leo Lawton September 25, 2009 Gnarled old man, rough as an old pine board, in the sun and the rain and the shadow, warped by the wind past use forevermore. Born into a festered world, where times were tough as … Continue reading →