Ron Spice : Writing

Good morning, son. How do you do?

Good morning, son. How do you do?

A Poem by Ron Spice


A simple pantoum to get my feet wet.
Circles

Circles

A Poem by Ron Spice


The nice thing about circles is that they always look the same no matter which way you travel around them.
Fair and sweet, would they be

Fair and sweet, would they be

A Poem by Ron Spice


Fair would be the noonday sun If the clouds were taken away. Fair would be the dewing dawn If the crystalline drops were stayed. And fair they'd b..
The Old School

The Old School

A Poem by Ron Spice


I was inspired to right this poem one night after I saw an article on the Duluth, MN, news channel detailing the closing of the old Duluth Central Hig..
Keeper of the Sacred Tree

Keeper of the Sacred Tree

A Poem by Ron Spice


All my life I've lived in a tree. It is a towering giant, With branches that carry the burden of the heavens. It has sheltered me against the viol..