Dear editor,
Thanks very much for the story about the Remsberg boys of Iola (Jim, Dale and myself) on June 17. I wish only that my brothers were here to read it.
FYI, I write poems when the urge comes. My IHS English teacher, Catherine Schellenberg, told me that I had poems in me. I thought she was nuts, since sports were my love.
You might know the Robert Frost quote, “A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is a reaching out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
I was moved to write the attached poem today.
Sincerely,
George Remsberg,
Glen Spey, New York
Sometimes I Weep
I watch parents crying
Saying that nobody
Should watch their child
Get buried after being shot
When a deranged shooter
With a weapon made only
