Determination

fountain

Daring to reach toward the sky
And taking turns in an exquisite dance.
No longer should worries or fears
Crush the truly determined
In the pursuit of their goals.
Nod your head in agreement and become
Grounded in a similar resolve.

Failure, you know, isn’t an option;
Obstacles are meant to be overcome.
Until you believe in you and what you can do,
Nobody else will stand up and applaud.
Think you can and you’re halfway there;
Aim for the target with steadfast grit.
Inch by inch move toward your goal.
Never give up, never hesitate, never quit!

 

Note: This is an Acrostic poem. The first letter in each line spells out a phrase vertically.

Signs of Fall

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night; and thus he would never know the rhythms that are at the heart of life. ~Hal Borland

Is it Fall yet?

How can you tell?

Oh, sure, the days are shorter, the crickets chirp a steady symphony all night long, the kids are back in school, football season is upon us, flannel shirts are showing up on store shelves.

But is that enough? Don’t you want more proof?

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I Am Your Dog

“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.”
Josh Billings (a.k.a. Henry Wheeler Shaw; humorist and lecturer)

I am your dog.

You chose me as a pup. Paid good money for me. Took me to your home.

And, while you never promised to love, honor, and obey me, you did promise to care for me.

Feed me. Exercise me. Pay attention to me.

You haven’t exactly done that.

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Love or Hate Reunions?

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. — From the television show The Wonder Years

The beauties, the jocks, the popular crowd
Make an entrance, heads held aloft.
Still strong of body, smooth of skin, untouched
By challenges they couldn’t or wouldn’t face.

The geeks, nerds, shy ones, and unknowns
Slink in hoping not to draw attention.
Who’d have thought they’d grow into attractiveness?
All grab name tags, then gravitate to special friends from before.

Funny how the old cliques persist, years after graduation.

Five or ten years out, talk centers on accomplishments.
Who has married, how many babies, whose job is most promising.
There are golf outings, tennis matches, bowling, and such.
Drinks flow freely, and so does the food.

Fast forward to the golden years, when things typically slow down.
Weathered hands fumble for name tags, grateful at last
For a chance to put names to faces, to call a halt to
The endless “Bet you don’t remember me” game.

An assortment of canes, wheelchairs, and oxygen tanks appears.
The aging beauties and athletes don’t look one bit better
Than their counterpart nerds, geeks, and unpopular classmates.
Most are familiar with pain, have shaken hands with illness and death.

Talk of grand-babies, retirement, and which surgeons are best
For replacing knees and hearts grabs the attention of all present.
A slideshow reminds them who is no longer among the living.
Activities include sit-down dinners, coffee, and a tour of the old school.

Funny how the cliques fade away, the older classmates become.

The Queen

queen_rose

We call her The Queen
And rightfully so.
She sits atop her throne
Growling orders to her minions.
Barking demands,
Snarling commands.

The weak-spirited acquiesce
To her desires,
And they admire
Her confidence and purpose.
The strong-willed balk
And blatantly gawk

While, scepter in hand,
She rules the land
With an iron paw.
Getting her way
Through force and might
Or tears and spite.

She’s The Queen, you know.
She thinks she has a right to crow.

Throwback Thursday

“The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do.” – Andy Warhol

Guess Who???

young_me

This little camera is a Kodak Duaflex, which was discontinued back in 1960. I come from a LONG line of pack rats, so it should be no surprise to learn we still have the thing around!

See for yourself:

today_me

(We’ve still got the rocking chair, too, but I no longer fit in it, ha!)