Oakwood Comic Book Program - Oakwood Healthcare System

Lil’l Tom
Michael Madigan
You laze and loll in gliding yellow squares
While household mechanisms tick and play
Neglected. Only gravity’s affairs
Have any charm or hold on you today.
Your deference to sleep is like the tide’s
To cosmic motion: total, chaste, abject.
The flooding blanket of your peace provides
No sign of life or sense or intellect.
And then you stir, elastic limbs embrace
The sun, and something in your dreaming springs
Beyond the shadows of your ancient race,
Pursuing scents and flutterings of wings.
Who are you now, how high, how strong, how free?
Does slumber ever lead you back to me?
Jesse Hughes
To the Rescue
Heroic Effort
Martha Whitfield
“Help! Help! Help!” echoes out across the night,
Awakening a hero with tones of fright.
Pulling on his super garb,
He races across the darkened yard.
Looking up, he sees her plight,
Up in a tree, no rescue in sight.
Giving no more thought, he climbs to her side,
“My hero!” embracing, she cries.
So there they are, both out on a limb,
“Help! Help! Help!” they cry again.
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