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Summer's breeze appears To ignite what's left Of red tipped blades Grass blades lean into Air waves and dance Towards the west Facing house windows Like smoke leaning Into the nearest Obstacle to fire Becomes a chimney House sucks hot air into Open windows which Settles into all corners Refusing to leave Like people sometimes Do when visiting Padding My Resume I can remember Being flight captain Of my own rocket At the early age Of eight years Five months I had few problems Visiting other worlds With a limitless supply Of special rocket fuel And maintenance free Rock knobs and stick levers On my Navigator Control Panel Seating was primitive On my scaffolding Support beam Hanging Over a ditch Of a forever Dismantled Outhouse https://www.amazon.com/William-Peters/e/B09RTM1YLJ
William Peters is a narrative poet who finds the occasional humor in growing old, past events, familiar objects, and even relationships. He grew up in Kellogg, Idaho, USA and attended Idaho State University and Boise State University. He was born of an immigrant father from Camborne, Cornwall, England and a mother who grew up in upstate New York. He and three generations of his family worked for the Bunker Hill Company in the Silver Valley of the Coeur d’ Alenes in North Idaho. He has worked as a teacher in public schools and a local community college, and as a bookseller. He lives in Southeastern Idaho and continues to write.