gas drilling rig
rasp of frogs
near the porta-potty
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Jeffrey Winke
Jeffrey Winke lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in a suburban condo mere blocks from Lake Michigan. He writes haiku, haibun, and articles about heavy equipment moving dirt.
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boys and their toys
endlessly fascinated
always appreciated
With oil pumps just down the street, I’ve written a number of haiku about them, such as one about the clanking of the oil drill rig on a foggy night. None of them have seemed so right as this one by Jeffrey Winke.
All the drill rigs in my neighborhood are about 50 years old. Maybe I should focus on the ancient rigs as they rumble down the street going off to their next job. ;-)
boys and their toys
endlessly fascinated
always appreciated
With oil pumps just down the street, I’ve written a number of haiku about them, such as one about the clanking of the oil drill rig on a foggy night. None of them have seemed so right as this one by Jeffrey Winke.
All the drill rigs in my neighborhood are about 50 years old. Maybe I should focus on the ancient rigs as they rumble down the street going off to their next job. ;-)
Loved the associations here!
Nature prevails in the face of technology!
I always enjoy a good frog haiku! ;-)
chuckle, smile, admire
red-eye flight–
through the shadows
peacock bass stalking minnows