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
As June 14th is Flag Day, take the time to pause;Though not a holiday, as such, it’s just as proud.Old glory is our Colors—there’s no better causeTo show that you’re American, who stands unbowed.The Stars And Stripes is part of our identity,As it has stood the test of time through
“Hats off! The flag is passing by.”That used to be the old familiar cry. cry.It made us feel good, that’s the bottom-line;Although just why we’d struggle to define.Old Glory simply was a part of us;It never was a topic to discuss.It told us who we were, each time anew;No need
We tend to want to see each day a certain way;Certainly not, in any way, a shade of Grey.Most always, though, that greyness shall be preconceived;What you expect to see, easy enough believed.The trouble is, that preconception drags you down,So you will start your average day there with a frown.What
I’m sorry, but I feel that I do not belong;Of course, I’m hoping—really hoping—that I’m wrong.You seem to be a nice group—easy enough to please,And I could get quite used to loving care, with ease.But, being who I am, I don’t like being fooled,So first I must make sure my
Saturday, May 17 “I pledge Allegiance” I most openly declare;That phrase is THE commitment all of us should share.I understand this also—freedom is not free!Demanding vigilance as well from you and me.So here we praise the military, long and loud,To all of them, we emphasize, “You make us proud!”On their
So if I wave, will you wave back?I mean, you’re white and I am black.Would you just walk on by, quite grave,Pretending not to see me wave?The seat next to me on the trainIs empty, as commuters gain.The seat stays empty. Why is that?Do you think you’d be forced to
The way people think, and the way that they act,Their habits are ingrained, and that is sheer fact.Despite what the rules say, they won’t accept “No”,”Indignant to think they’re not privileged to know.This usually happens in Clubs or in Guild,Where limited membership have the self-willed.It seems, all too often, they’ll
(Monday, April 21 this year)The concept of freedom, to have and to hold,To most of the world has no chance to unfold.Reality patterns its days to extreme;Thus making the concept of freedom a dream.What freedom they have will be tightly controlled;Existing and doing just what they are told.So freedom to
I cannot sing much, and I don’t do it well,But here I must sing, in attempting to tellTo all here assembled the love I now feelFor making their friendliness being so real.The human equation will often mislead,A friendliness shown that is based on the need;The atmosphere then will be less
What matters most in life? How can one know?What I may think may not be yours at all.In fact, I doubt there is an average call,But then, it does present a challenge though.Regardless, it’s intriguing, even so;No single one would all of us enthrall,The depth into which all opinions fallPrevents
The absolute in dangerous human traits is greed!It has so many facets, it well may be a creed.No matter where or when, or how or why, it thrives;It is a certainty, it touches all our lives.The greed factor exists in other ways than take;It leads a healthy life in methods
I’m proud to be American, and say so, long and loud;But what I saw and felt the other day was extra proud.A young and vibrant person had been taken from our midst;This was her viewing, our goodbye, tradition we enlist.What happens lies beyond the scope of any normal call;The outpouring
All Leprechauns are ambidextrous, with a twist;They’re really all left-handed, a fact most often missed.Just when you think you’ve caught one, he will throw his right—But with his left throw pixie dust—he’s out of sight!Not only does he vanish, your memory is gone.You don’t remember him at all, but blunder
In every union, there’s a better half;And, in acknowledgement, no need to laugh.But I’ve a question few will ever do;That is: what is the better half of you?You must admit the question is quite fair;Which side of you would you most like to share?Okay, that is your good side, but,
Our history has followed one evoking plot:That every time “What if?” was asked, we’d voice “Why not?”Each ‘firm belief’ we had would soon be proven wrong;We’d prove the term ‘it can’t be done’ did not belong.We never stopped to marvel—everything was ‘now!’We’d swiftly set about improving it somehow.So one thing
Beyond the biological dictates one knows,There’s more to being grandma than one might suppose.Just like each stage of life, she’s given ways to live,Which comes down to precisely how she wants to give.To give, most people think you first determine what,Which well may be determined by just what you’ve got.But
It’s nice to have a Valentine’s Day,Just think of what you then can say,I mean, in any kind of wayThat voices what you would convey.Okay—so we are not kids –so?And technically, you are a No!But Valentines are safe bets though,To simply let affection show.With great elan, we play the game;The
I would not have wanted it this way,Being here, with you so far away.Memories are giving me, at least,Precious moments on which I can feast.Time and distance then are dimmed somewhatEasing this life in which I’ve been caught.Loving you remains my heart’s desire,In which there’s an undiminished fire.Saying that “I
