Author's Note:  a small collection of memory-invoking (I'm sure) poetry for those who have, at one time or another, resided in Provo.


The Roundabout on Center Street Couplets

The Michigan Left is an engineer’s dream
To regulate, neatly, the motorist stream.

While Provo is smaller, and not yet on par
With Michigan’s way of dealing with cars,

It seems that they recently figured it out
And added, on Center Street, a nice roundabout.

It's a thing to behold! It’s a beauty, I say
And it should be, what, with the taxes I pay.

Squaw Peak Haiku

High above the town
Places to be all alone
Students making out.

Movies 8 Free Verse

At 9pm lines of minivans
Awaiting the preteen movie goers
Just exiting the most recent PG flick.
Sticky seats and floors
Spilled popcorn and jujubes
Spotty movies and thirty minutes of ads
Only costs a buck fifty
Which is exactly what it’s worth.

The “Y” Limerick

Partridge created the “Y”
In 1907, oh my!
So climbers who pant
Have reason to rant
At the man who placed it so high!