Saturday, October 26, 2024

 


Some Days

October 25, 2024




Some days I am weary

Of the sky so dreary

But some days the sun shines bright.

Some days I am lonely

And thinking “if only

Someone would call me tonight”.


Some days life is so tough,

Some days life is so rough,

But some days hope glimmers through.

Some days there is plenty,

Some days there ain’t any,

But most days I can make do.


Some days pain comes calling,

Some days I spend bawling,

Some days I am really quite dutiful.

Some days I am down

With my face in a frown,

But some days…some days are beautiful.


Friday, October 25, 2024



                                                            Life Plans

                                                       10/25/24





Night after night at the table I followed directions and drew plans

During my young to mid-teens And submitted them for a grade,

I would fill up blank papers with floor plans Never giving them another thought,

And dream my architect dreams. But hoping an A might be made.


I had no real knowledge of floor plans, I returned the next semester

I just drew what I wanted to see. And found, to my shock and delight,

They were never anything fancy My house plans had been chosen!

But just places that looked good to me. Finally, something was going right!


My architect dreams were shattered Over the next two semesters

When I learned it took five years of college. I watched as my house was erected.

It seemed it would take a lifetime From foundation to rafters and roof tiles,

To gain all the required knowledge, Every component was carefully selected.


So instead I joined the workforce, And when it was finally finished

Using my shorthand skills And put on the market for sale,

Along with six years of typing,      I felt such a jubilant feeling

And managed to pay the bills.      I could hardly inhale or exhale.


Some thirty years later at CR It wasn’t quite what I’d dreamed of,

I took a night drafting class. And will never occur anymore,

They were going to design a home to sell, But for one brief glorious moment,

To earn the program some cash. I was an architect for sure!


Tuesday, June 4, 2024

 Perspective

June 4, 2024


“How old is old?”, she asked the little child,

And he looked up at her with his toothless smile.

“My brother’s pretty old”, he said with a grin,

“Next week he is going to turn ten!”


“How old is old?”, she asked the girl of fifteen

As she posed for a selfie, made up like a beauty queen.

“Oh, thirty!” she exclaimed without much of a care,

 “It's a long time away, I’m only halfway there.”


“How old is old?”, she asked the young man

Who was working on the engine of his VW van.

“I’d say around forty, that would be my guess.

Maybe a little more, maybe a little less.”


“How old is old?”, she asked the busy mom,

Who responded, “Fifty, maybe? Once the kids are gone.

I look forward to wrinkles and gray hair

If it means I can sit on the porch in my chair.”


“How old is old?”, she asked the retired gent,

As over the tomatoes in his garden he bent.

“Old?  Well I’m hoping for a few more good years

Before I have to lay down my garden shears.”


She thought of those responses and she gave a little sigh

For she knew the real answer was, “Ten years older than I.”


Saturday, May 25, 2024

Inspiration from Marla West, additional line from Art Jones 


The Last Trip - May 24, 2024


We knew this would be our last trip,

But we were excited to go.

We planned in advance for months

And saved up plenty of dough.


We knew this would be our last trip.

Should it be to the gorgeous sea

Or to the majestic mountaintops,

Where the eagles fly, lonely and free?


We knew this would be our last trip,

We hoped for fantastic weather,

But it really didn’t matter

As long as we were together.


We knew this would be our last trip,

For our bodies were getting old

And our spirits now were cautious,

Where once they had been bold.


We knew this would be our last trip

So we packed our bags and flew

Away for our last trip together,

Just me, just love, just you.


Saturday, May 18, 2024

 Not Forgotten   - May 18, 2024


I never knew her, this aunt of mine.

She lived long, long years before my time.

Born premature, she never got the chance

To learn to read, to walk, to dance.


Not quite six weeks old when she passed.

Those weeks, for her parents, must have gone fast.

No chance for her to sing, to go to school,

But Grandma gave her the precious name of Jewel.


She was buried in the graveyard, a child unknown,

With no money at all for a true headstone

But a friend carved a rock in a primitive way

With “Jewel 1926”;  it survives to this day.


She was never forgotten, though never truly known,

And she’s buried in that graveyard, forever all alone.

Baby Jewel’s short story has been passed down through the years,

And like a jewel, she’s treasured,  and remains near and dear.


Wednesday, May 15, 2024

 Humboldt County - May 14, 2024


I moved here for the weather

I moved here for the trees

I moved here for the beauty

And the cool sea breeze.


I got all that and extra:

Poison Oak, Banana slugs,

Blackberry vines forever,

And ubiquitous pillbugs,


The dense fog hanging over

That dulls the winter days,

And colors my emotions

A dark and dreary gray,


The shaking ground that scares me,

The heavy pouring rains,

But at least there is no traffic

And no need for tire chains.


So Humboldt, here is to you -

The bad and all the good,

You’ll be my home forever,

My beloved neighborhood.


Tuesday, May 14, 2024

 Aches and Pains   

May 14, 2024


The knees may be feeble,

The back may be weak,

The body may tremble

When the voice wants to speak.


The feet may be tender,

The ears may not hear,

The eyes may be blurry

And filled with wet tears.


The face may be wrinkled,

The hair may be gray,

But fondest reflections 

Will forever stay


And the words to describe them

Are clamb’ring to be sung,

And the heart and the mem’ries

Will always be young.


Yes, the years have piled up,

They may almost be done,

But the heart and the mem’ries

Will always be young.