HOMELESS
It is morning. I’m still alive. One more chance…
Robert Roxby was a member of the local chapter of the California Federation of Chapparal Poets. The writing of his youth was lost, but he dived into poetry after his retirement at the encouragement of his wife, eventually earning honors for his poetry at the Lakewood Pan American Festival. With his daughter he produced an anthology of his poetry, Reflections on a Lifetime, distributed to the local library, to family and friends. His favorite poet was Walt Whitman.
Robert was the ninth of 16 children born to a coal mining family and lived at various times in Ohio and Pennsylvania until finally settling in West Virginia. He had several jobs, coal miner, as crew with Civil Conservation Corps and house painter. After WW2 began, he moved with his wife to Long Beach, California where he found employment as a painter with the LB Naval Shipyard. He was an avid bowler maintaining a 250 average and receiving many awards from the local leagues. He dabbled with oil painting, producing several landscapes and some abstract art. He enjoyed woodcarving (primarily whittling) and handicapping horse races. After retirement he was active in the senior center and in city politics as a member of Long Beach Area Citizens Involved (LBACI) working on affordable housing projects.
It is morning. I’m still alive. One more chance…
Americans all, by choice, or by birth…The fabled story unfurls, out of sight…
Vote for me this time. will listen to your rhyme, forgive any of your mistakes,
My children’s eyes tear me apart. And Joe, my husband, he cries when he thinks I’m not looking…
What is that magic spell that all small children cast on all of us…
A tribute to women.
The poet recounts moment when his “angel” saved him.
…The air is filled by sweet singing trills from robin, lark and bluebirds…
Eight times daily, four at night, a dragon roared and snorted and rattled by on its way…
On an island that is very small stands a lady straight and tall…