poetry - jack sender - all of my life
in a good way. what'd i have?
all the necessary lines.
looked around on dry ground.
then i found every pound.
the name, the month.
couldn't find those. uh
checked several times.
the wrong year. It was there finally.
when i found the right year.
my name is Rosa.
i'm cleaning, doing poetry repair.
for me and you, reader. i swear.
who is the leader? in the air?
we all care. back up. back up.
everywhere. now take it easy.
says it all, now what do you say.
tell me how you feel.
it may warm soon. by afternoon?
no way. not today. but spring is real.
i know we need more flowers.
from what is seen, lawns are green.
spring is early. on the way
in a matter of hours.
on the top right of the main page tap "home" and you will have twenty posts per page.
also on the home page is the "archive" revealing posts back to 2007.
as the heat of the Carolina sun poured down
brothers Wilbur and Orville worked
to overcome the skeptical naysayers.
first building then improving while
experimenting with their flying machine
amid the blowing hot sands at Kitty hawk.
such unbelievable excitement and courage
while maintaining calm composure and
persistence on the way to their goal.
it was one hundred years ago the Wright
brothers from Dayton, Ohio calmly unveiled
a gift to the world: the flying machine.
what a time this 20th Century.
no sooner did the first horseless carriages
begin shaking, throwing dust and rattling up and down the
streets when flyers appeared in the sky overhead.
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Pulitzer winning author David McCullough
brings to life the story of the great adventure -
how man began to soar like the birds: The Wright Brothers
it is a pleasure to be reading a book
and when suddenly the date is mentioned.
i find it is this week or the other day.
makes me feel positioned in the right zone.
not far from home.
neither the suthor nor i are alone.
we just moved closer together.
this works in any weather.
