Monthly Archives: May 2015

MY BODY

My hair keeps growing as do my finger nails and the nails upon my toes. But many years ago my head attained a certain size and then stopped growing as did my hands and feet and other parts of me. … Continue reading

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WHEN THE RAIN CAME

When the rain came I was reading. I was needing some quiet time not to make rhymes but to still my mind.   When the rain came I allowed its sounds to resound in my head which led to my … Continue reading

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DECORATION DAY

Way back we called it DECORATION DAY — decorating the graves of fallen soldiers and sailors. It was always the 30th of May — never changed to help week ends flourish. There was a parade to a cemetery and there were speeches. … Continue reading

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THE WORLD

If everyone were just like I the  world would likely go awry.   If all the world were just like me perhaps there’d be more poetry.   If all the world were just like you I wonder how the world … Continue reading

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HARNESSING THOUGHTS

I have trouble harnessing my thoughts.   They seem to go every-which-way and I have little say in their direction — or at least I feel that way.   Some of them keep coming back when I’d prefer they’d go … Continue reading

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PERHAPS YOU’RE JUST LIKE ME

I hate to think that some day I will be extinct. It’s a crazy thing to think of, don’t you think? I’d rather set my mind to think of other things: like  grass and trees and sun and moon and … Continue reading

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THE ISOLATIONIST

When I have the whole golf course to myself, and there are no other wanderers — that’s what I prefer early in the morning.   And of course no golfers on my dawn golf course.   If one or two … Continue reading

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WHEN THE SHADOWS LENGTHEN

When the shadows lengthen and I use imagination I  can make most anything upon the lawn I look upon.   The contingencies of aging have not deprived me of  the power to create things that are not, but seem to … Continue reading

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PRODUCTION WAS MY GAME

I  paid scant attention to the turning of the earth when I  I had to work so hard to earn a living.   I was into time but hadn’t time to watch the sun go down.   Production was my … Continue reading

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MATTERS THAT MIGHT DISTURB ME

Sometimes my life feels hermetically sealed — sealed by a large iron fence that surrounds our acreage here.   To get in we have electronic cards that open wide gates — gates that swing back and forth all the day … Continue reading

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