INTRO
IMPATIENS CAPENSIS
LITTLE RIVER
GROWING UP, TWO AMERICAS
THE SCRAPER
THE ODYSSEY OF GLOOMY GUS
A TRUE DOCTOR
WAITING ON LARAMIE CREEK
DEATH OF WILBUR
THE ADVANTAGE OF INTELLIGENCE
TO BETTY, 1982
BY WINNEBAGO'S SHORE
THE HUMAN CONDITION IS NOT
DREAM OF CHARLES DE LANGLADE
ANNIVERSARY 1984
THE LESSON
FROM THE TALE OF PETER MINK
MUSIC AT THE JACKSON
ALONG 693
SNAPSHOT
OLD MAN TO HIMSELF
OLD RIDER
TREES OF NEW JERSEY
CALLING OWLS
OLD DOMINION
HILLS
I DIDN'T KNOW YOU THEN
WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN
TO OUR SONS, 1982
CHICAGO AND NORTHWESTERN
BEYOND NORTH MOUNTAIN
AFTER YOU LANGLADE
MY SHIP
MAKE REVOLUTION
THE BRANDY LINE (ABOUT A FAVORITE GOAT)
THE ABORTION PALACE
YOU CALL ME FOLLY MILLS
MEMORY
SPRING PEEPERS
©Poems of R.F.Mueller- Other Times, Other Thoughts

TED
R.F. Mueller



You were a breed apart
In your smoke stained mackinaw,
Tall, strong shouldered, slightly stooped,
Crow footed from facing down the wind.
Long ago you learned there was more to life
Than going to church,
Than pissing behind the barn.
2
Ice breaking on the lakes and
Redwings taking flight along the tracks
Were your signs to board the old Soo Line,
Grabbing familiar weathered wood and rusty iron.
3
Perched between the rhythmic clack of steel
And the violet light of dawn,
You reached for what all men feel but few can touch.
We boys didn't know it then
But you were the Ulysses in us newly born.


 

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I have a picture in my mind, a rare spotting of Ted's arrival from one of his trips; seated high on the roof of a boxcar, half resting on a huge bundle, 22 rifle barrel poking skyward. He was a master woodsman and expert at such tasks as sharpening and setting saws, felling trees and butchering hogs. But above all, to us boys, he was a great story teller!