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POETRY
The Half-Baked Poet
Jan 6, 2021
A poem by my brother, Ken
Note: Below the poem is an audio clip of the me reading Ken’s poem.
My poetry has
Neither rhyme nor reason,
Inevitably,
It seems out of season.
The beginning is flawless
In meter and form;
But the end disintegrates
Into
. . . . ineffectual
. . . . . . . . .verbiage.
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Copyright © 1971, Kenneth G. Harder
Ken wrote this for his Senior English class in high school. My wife, Kathleen, recently found this in a box of old papers in our garage. Neither of us has any idea how it came to be in our garage rather than Ken’s. I have offered to send it to his garage, but his garage has not responded.
