Monthly Archives: July 2015

GUNS, GUNS, GUNS

I do not want a gun. I once owned one way back when I was young.     I think I’d run away if someone pulled a gun on me. (though I don’t run anymore)     Too many of … Continue reading

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EACH ONE HAS A STORY

He was slumped over in a wheel chair. He might have been asleep. I didn’t know his name. Maybe he didn’t know it either. And to me he was a stranger.   But he has a story, as does everyone. … Continue reading

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I’M ONLY CERTAIN OF THE MOON AND SUN

Just before I went to bed I looked out of a window.   Our lights were out.   I saw a yellow smile about to settle in the west.   It made me smile.   I called out to the … Continue reading

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THOUGHTS

They tumble like tumbleweeds.   Sometimes I watch them tumble by – one, and then another and another.   But I catch some, too and hold them close to me awhile but let them go as others lure me.   … Continue reading

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READING

Without books I’d likely wither into a man with an empty mind.   Some of them lure me – others may while I turn pages, mesmerize . Fascination is occasionally my state.   But I do often wonder: how can … Continue reading

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BEYOND MY SCOPE

How great the passion they must have had to have pursued the mini planet, Pluto with their astronomical inquiries launched several years ago and now partially consummated.     To wait so long for a celestial event is beyond my … Continue reading

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I DON’T KNOW WHY

don’t know why I like to look up at the sky when clouds are passing by.     I see the wind molding the clouds into various shapes that catch my eye and some of them I recognize as things … Continue reading

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THUD

I vaguely remember hanging upside down – the seat belt holding me – just after the loud THUD that resonated when our little white Versa turned upside down. on S. Orange Blossom Tr.   In fact. I will never forget. … Continue reading

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Squirrels, seeming threatened as my tricycle interrupts whatever they were up to before I came along – scatter.   The lucky ones find refuge quickly but one or two may run in front of me for quite some time before … Continue reading

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I THINK TOO MUCH

When the day is nearly done I, for one, am often tired – tired in the way an old man tires which seems a different kind of weariness than I had before in my earlier days when the world had … Continue reading

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