Upon what should our minds dwell?

I have written easy-going metric poetry since my youth. I was influenced by such people as Lewis Carroll and Nathaniel Hawthorn, though I enjoyed the likes of Poe. I just wrote a poem which I wanted to share. Sometimes I think we get so serious about life that we don’t enjoy the good things.


I realize our turtles are rightly tortoises,

I know that our rabbits are hares.

It’s true that our blackbirds are starlings,

But Darling, I don’t really care.


I know that today was tomorrow yesterday,

And that we will never move to there—

The future is a mist we all must wander through,

But frankly my dear, I don’t care.


It is only for Love that we should live our lives,

Some days are murky; others fair.

As for the trifling angst of pampering everyone,

Frankly I have learned not to care.

6-24-15, 7-8-15

For more such verses look up my books, Reflections on LIfe and I Walked My Dog This Morning. They’re both on Amazon.


The importance of family

The world always looks so fresh and pristine after a dousing rain. Rhonda and I traveled in a chilly, monsoon-like cloud yesterday from Middle Tennessee to North Georgia to visit my wonderful Uncle Atlas and Aunt Mary. This precious pair are both in their early nineties and have lived rich and fulfilling lives. The sands of time have sprinkled them with much love and rewarded it with a wealth of friends. Like my parents, they were only granted one child; one daughter, Bunnie, who, unlike myself, was not able to produce offspring for them. But she has been a great boon in the way of care and comfort as time allotted them more days than many.

When we arrived we had already partaken of the noon meal, and were unsure as to the picture which would await as the front portal to their modest home swung open. There to greet us was my cousin, Mike, his wife, Sandy, and son-in-law, Jim, and his daughter, as well as a friend, Sharon, from The Netherlands. It was great to see them, but not realizing that we had eaten, they had withheld, and the table was heavily laden with tasty dishes. Well…we would eat dessert, we told Bunnie.

What a pleasing visit we had! I had taken my uncle a belated birthday card, and my aunt a Mother’s Day card. After all, they are the nearest to parents which I yet have in this world. I also gave my uncle a copy of my poetry book, Reflections on Life, and read him a poem about my dear, late mother.

He once again carried on about how terrific Beyond the Thistle Patch, my childhood memoirs, was. My cousin said that if it was up to him everybody would own it. Well, it’s not his call, but I’m always grateful for their love!

Remember, if you have elderly family members, they won’t always be with you. Love them while you can.


Unconditional love

Early this morning I was lounging on the livingroom couch sipping java and intent on the weather forecast when our cat, Fonzi, jumped up on my lap and rubbed his cheeks against my somewhat whiskered chin. Then he settled down calmly on my chest, closed his eyes and started purring. For our furry friends, unconditional love comes easy. They care for us in spite of our numerous failures and even our occasional tirades.

With people, however, this doesn’t come quite as naturally. Not only are we quick to get our feelings hurt and our fur rubbed the wrong way, but even malicious tales which are spread by others, sometimes with no actual intent to harm, will tend to affect the feelings of one human for another.

Holding grudges is easy. Forgiveness and unconditional love, however, are the healers of humanity. Today, try forgiveness and love…you may be surprised at the result.

Follow that Star

The unforgetable theme from “Man of Lamancha,” The Impossible Dream” aka The Quest, has haunting lyrics. The chorus rings out to youth everywhere who truly have dreams that they are not willing to lay aside for their “Day jobs.”

This is my Quest to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
To fight for the right
Without question or pause,
To be willing to march into hell
For a heavenly cause!

Don Quixote was only a symbol of this resolve. Many real people in history have followed this path against the grain and the flow of society, and even lost their lives doing so.

I encourage the youth of today to stand up against injustice and prejudice and follow their dreams. My only caution would be that their dreams will lead to right and victory for truth and love.