Merit badges for tying knots -
the bowline, the sheepshank, the clove hitch.
Merit badges for whittling the likenesses
of dead presidents and woodland animals, and
of course, for assistance given to the feeble
in their never-ending quest to cross the road.
Maybe they should keep handing them out.
The badge for showing up every day
right down to the day they tell you
not to show up tomorrow.
A merit badge for the day
your infant son needs major surgery.
Another for that day he’s grown
and buys his first motorcycle.
Badges for each of your daughter’s tattoos
and piercings. Diamond insets
if you can’t really mention what’s been pierced.
A merit badge, or, at least, a colorful neckerchief
as your party loses another one.
( But it could be taken back if you move to
Bronze medals for burying parents.
Silver for friends.
You’d rather die than win the gold.
A merit badge and letter of commendation
the day you actually give up your abuse
of anything, or anyone.
And a little badge of semi-precious material
for every day that you get out of bed
and wear a brave costume.
One for that confident smile on your face
as your knees tremble beneath the table.
~ Ralph Murre
Good news. That's just a sample poem from my first book, Crude Red Boat, which has been out of print for a while and pretty hard to find. But. I've just been able to purchase some archived copies from the estate of Norbert Blei. His Cross + Roads Press was the publisher. He'd probably be disappointed to know that I was letting any of them go for the cover price, but that's just what I'm doing. I'll send out a few of them for $10 plus $3 for shipping and handling, and when I feel my own supplies have become dangerously low, once again, the price will escalate sharply. Interested? Drop me a line at firstname.lastname@example.org (put Crude Red Boat in the subject line). Any of my later books also still available at that address. ~ RM