The frost is on the pumpkin, yessirree;Predicting what the weather soon will be.But, here and now, we’re barely into Fall,So why do we now have this early call?I know that Mother Nature’s oft obtuse,But here it seems she’s playing fast and loose.Two days ago we had good summer heat;So waking
No matter how you came to see them, brooding round their pot,Their stark black garbs identical, down to the common stitch,You realize that this Halloween is different, like as not,And tremble knowing that you cannot tell which witch is which.But you don’t have to worry, and you know it, plain
Through history, most governments are formed by forceOr accident—and this has been the normal course,Until, in 1787, came a voiceInsisting it be made through reflection and choice.Not only was this unheard of, but viewed with doubt—In governing, the common citizen was out.Our Constitution brought new concepts into play;But many can’t
Today, some primeval mentality persists;Perhaps with some sophistication, it exists.The most successful hunter-gatherers stood tall,And soon would find that they were ruling over all.What this high status did for egos was not taught;Some good, some bad, some praiseworthy, some not.But this had far-reaching effect on everything;Eventually fomenting gains for queen
To put one season of the year above the rest,Many of you think that Autumn is the best.Subjective logic likely will come into play;Though I believe it’s simply in your DNA.For this is Harvest time—the “bringing in the sheaves.”The whole year’s effort then is seen, and no one grieves.Then preparation
A situation in which God must interveneTo have it be as you would have it seenIs not so rare in life as you may choose to think, Or not believing that there can be such a link.We muse about our Guardian Angels, like as not,As harmless fantasies, no actual credence
Logic may well be a word not logical at all;Take, for instance, life forms on which all our food chains fall.Logic says they have been out there to provide a mealFor specific other life forms to consume with zeal.But, what is not logical, is how and why each oneIs so
It was a time so many years ago;But still I wonder why I let you go.I caused the break itself, that much is true,To you occurring right out of the blue.I cannot say the memory is bad,But, rest assured, it doesn’t make me glad.The more I ponder, (for the mood
Just look at you. Where have you been?And don’t give me that silly grin.How can you get so dirty quick?—Whatever dirt you touch must stick.My goodness, you are such a sight,They wouldn’t know that you were white.Okay, upstairs, get in the tub.I’m sure, this time, you’ll have to scrub.And that
What matters most in life? You find you’ve not a clue.You struggle with the question; what else can you do?The more you ponder, seemingly there’s but one call—There is no easy answer; maybe none at all.The Bible says it’s love, and that you must include,But there remains the fact, love
It’s hard to grade intelligence, its worth;But that is what we try to do from birth.A figure, by itself, is always found;But often now with walls in which it’s bound.Like this: What good is it if it’s not used?How can we tell if that is not accused?Is that how we
Describing it in any other way, there’s none;No matter what way you may try, there’s only one.In having favorites, many tales are spun,Especially of a competition you have won.Of all our human acts, when all is said and done,This one activity has had the longest run.There’s no activity that beats
If I had never seen a cloud-filled skyAnd watched as images evolved, to plyImagination, meaning I had missedThese reveries so pleasing to the eye.How could I know that they, in fact, exist?Once seen in Nature, no one could denyCompared to sight words hardly satisfy,For neither could you just presume to
No wonder we are all screwed up—Insisting life’s a half-filled cup.Half-filled, half-empty, it’s the same,But that’s not how we play the game.We say half-filled is better, yetIt’s still half-empty on a bet.The connotation is, of course,One side is smooth, the other coarse,One side is bright, the other dim,One side is
We are dependent on our ears to hear;As one of the five senses, it’s a gift.A most essential facet, that is clear;In giving every life form needed lift.But human life is one of constant sound,And much of that does not endanger life,At least, not imminently, so we have foundThat we
Too many people of today read historyThe way or ways that they’d prefer to have it read.Take Thomas Jefferson, for instance, all they seeIs …he owned slaves, and made no move to have them freed,When others, like George Washington, were freeing theirs.But that mind-set is neither accurate nor fair;And here
Before we had a stated Independence Day,Most colonists had felt and lived it in a way.Our war for Independence was our means to sayWe would not let our Liberty be done away.So then, once it was law, what did we strive to do?What kind of path would we, a nation,
In an assessment of yourself, take care;No mater who or what you think you are.Most likely you will hedge on being fair,No way would be lowering the bar.So call it ego, or your sense of pride,You always build yourself up, if you can.There are those who are better, you abide;But
If I had never seen a cloud-filled sky,To watch as images evolved, to plyImagination’s realms; if I had missedThese reveries so pleasing to the eyeHow could I know that they in fact exist?Once seen in Nature, no one could deny—Compared to sight—words hardly satisfy.And neither could you just presume to
Father’s Day! A biological necessity.Vital in the forward progress of humanity.Hopefully to go beyond ability to sire,Being to that child or children one who will inspire,Leading, guiding, with stability to lean uponJustifying all the heights that we put fathers on.Meaning that to he or she or them you are their
