It was 1965 I had a two coins in my hand Running to the corner store For cigarettes and a few pennies for candy Grandma wanted her cigarettes But I took careful time to view the candy Trying to pick what I wanted, such an array So many wonderful choices With my brother, who wanted a say as well Candy cigarettes were cool But bubble gum had a cartoon wrapper While taffy lasted a long time, And so a decision was made The candy cigarettes had 10 in a pack And could be rolled up in my sleeve As we each had one on our walk Back to Grandma’s house With two packs of cigarettes
One of twenty and one of ten
Interesting… December starts on Tuesday this week… bringing highs in the 50’s … Can November, longer stay?
November Days
The sun warms our November days And so we delight in soaking its rays Until the evening arrives When the sun quietly hides And the air turns brightly cool As it’s time for the moon to rule Oh November behaving so well May we a little longer dwell And put off, Decembers biting cold If you allow our request, so bold
I was reading poetry today, ran across a poem called Modern Love Song. I couldn’t get past the title, for these words put together seem nearly incoherent, especially for a poem published in 1919, One hundred and one years ago. My thoughts follow…
Modern Love
Love is active discovery process Learning about others, and never knowing enough Being understood in a way not thought possible In a never-ending desired process That is complex, and yet simple, Joy in others joy Is timeless and forever the same, and As soon as the word modern is written It already isn’t.
Happy Thanksgiving … This has been a difficult year for so many people… Please be thankful for each other, and take care of each other!
The trees shook everything
Loose that was dying anyway,
The dandruff is on the shoulder,
The odd fence has lost it’s pretense
Of providing artificial borders,
Water is receding
It’s so calm out
After so much howling wind
And sideways blowing rain
It is strange,
To see nature tired and fallen asleep,
But she still moves in her sleep,
Turning over once in a while,
Never completely at rest
Never completely at peace
Just dreaming of next time
And what she may do
We are a chemical string A make-up of molecules With a dose of energy Evolved to survive As a species as we can In a world we have Begun to change ourselves But no longer competing As we once did for food We compete for ideas For the wealth of leisure With no need for destroying Each other… yet we do at times… For the right to endanger ourselves As we please… Is this de-evolution?
Hundreds in a flock Do they think as one Are they individual Members of a flock Or a flock with members They lift off as one They react as one They fly like one
They attack a field as one But they are many… Who are we Individuals or a flock?
And when the celebration comes to an end And it’s time to clean up the terrible mess We realize our world will now depend On how we now converse and address With each other and messages we will send To unify and forgive to assure progress For without such we’ll surely deepen The divide, anger, and we will regress To an even more terrible and total end Defeating the purpose of a great contest