Monthly Archives: July 2009

QUEEN ANNE’S LACE

It shows its face along the places where I walk in late July proliferating fields with beauty but also warning us that summer is about to wane. Today I brought along with me some clippers for I plan to harvest … Continue reading

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MY GUN

What would I do with a gun were I to have one? I suppose I could learn to shoot into the air or aim at targets — creatures on the run. I’ve a right to bare arms – I could … Continue reading

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CROQUET

Remember? Remember the sounds of croquet — the mallet with a stripe on it hitting a ball with a stripe on it — a ball hitting another ball — your ball being driven out of bounds by your opponent — … Continue reading

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THE FATE OF BODIES

Some folks shrink when they embrace old age and others shrivel. (shrink and shrivel aren’t quite the same). Some folks bend and others stay erect. Some folks get fat while others become but skin and bones. Some seem to maintain … Continue reading

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TRAMPLING RIGHTS

The wasp did not comprehend why the man was pruning — did not “get it” that he was trying to enhance the juniper and  keep its growth away from his house. And the man did not know that the wasp’s … Continue reading

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I’ll BE DAMNED

“I’ll be damned if they’ll take my keys away!” he said after a few fender benders. No one could persuade him to give up driving. He eyes were pretty good  for one pushing ninety and he knew the stuff in … Continue reading

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I STILL CAN DO

When I’ve worked hard — hard, that is. for one of many years I seek out my recliner waiting for me in our den. I stand in front of it and fall into its waiting arms and lean back nearly … Continue reading

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GOLDEN PATCHES

Patches of sun light lay scattered over lawns after dawn has gone. Dew drops on the golden grass turn silver. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Where the sun is blocked by homes and trees the dew drops hide in shadows. As time moves on … Continue reading

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TAKE FOR GRANTED

The little windmill spins and spins — always turning pointing to the path the wind has taken as it moves across our yard shaking leaves and sometimes even bending branches Often it spins so fast we cannot see its blades. … Continue reading

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WISHFUL THINKING

The water tower on our hill is first to greet the sun whenever it decides to shine upon this portion of the earth. Three hundred rungs the ladder has that lead up to its top. Some day I want to … Continue reading

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