The aroma of cold smoked bacon Brings the memory of the small log structure In the back yard of my childhood home. Have you ever been in a smokehouse?
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Morning Sounds
I love hearing the birds sing They remind me that God is in his heaven and All is right with the world In the midst of a global pandemic He makes us all whole!
I am an American! I believe in a country United. I believe in justice for all. I believe in the freedom for which my father fought. I believe in the goodness within each soul. I am not a crusader. I am a daily giver. I do not fight my battles with fear mongers. I live my life without the guilt of southern repression. I make mistakes but I have success satisfaction. I ask for forgiveness. I walk on. I love the feel of freedom blown by an unrestrained wind. I feel the call of the ocean spume and the high of the mountain air. My lungs breathe deep! I am not afraid of a life well lived nor of a death of suffocation! I am here to witness a future where ALL breathe. An air of freedom in a country whose people suffered, died, hated, grieved, reacted, greededLearned, persevered, forgiven, unified, United, lovedI believe the future is for us ALL“One nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for ALL!”I AM AN AMERICAN!
Turtles
Watching and feeling those hatchlings struggle I feel their desperation and their struggle The sweet ocean surf is calling The musical crashing of waves ashore As I watch I wonder Could it be that my spirit was once Alive in a struggling turtle?
Time
The only consolation of my procrastination is “A day is like a thousand years.” Guess my time is coming So I begin again like each day is begun. Thank you God for this day!
Poison Pen
Forty-five gives new meaning to The Power of the pen!
A Desperate Child
A Desperate Child Once upon a time. . . A little boy deprived of love and affection from Both mother and father grew up Not in an orphanage Not in a migrant camp Not in a poor tenement cramped room Not even in a middle class subdivision. This child was filled with everything material …
The Rippling Effect
My words are like the ocean’s wake They are not lost in a forest devoid of sound They are not buried in a field of plowed groind They loom in a world of grappling arms Once spoken words are forever adrift Until the magnet of a like ear grabs each syllable to its own like …
“Just as a snake sheds its skin,we must shed our past over and over again.”
– Buddha Flower Child I knew the flower child of the sixties would bloom again! The virgin white of birth changed to the green of growth Reaching to the blue comfort of complacency And with a sudden burst of rich red sunlight The energy of change leads the charge of love through action And …
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The Colors
THE COLORS The red, white and blue of that flag says so many things to me –My first speech contest“What the Flag Means to me”Blowing in the breeze at the ball game-Pledging allegiance each of my grade school days –And yes my father’s story of returning from France at the end of World War I …
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