a bit of rock and a piece of stone
found while walking
near home.
these treasures,
pure pleasures,
set in a line on the table.
i'll cherish the moments
these remain in my home
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
a bit of rock and a piece of stone
found while walking
near home.
these treasures,
pure pleasures,
set in a line on the table.
i'll cherish the moments
these remain in my home
saw the rabbit a half hour before dawn.
the day is predicted to be stinging cold.
this is one Feb.
to celebrate February we
acknowledged Lincoln’s
and Washington’s birthdays .
We did when I was a kid.
now they’re combing days, making things better.
what happened?
tension from the game.
at halftime went to bed.
recorded the game.
saw it the next day when it wasn’t so tense.
no rain. can use the break.
how are you doing?
going to the fellowship soon.
will have a thought of prayer.
later football playoffs are today.
read, write, think , Sunday.
create a warm spot
in my heart.
winter takes a break today.
while every, i mean everyone
tried to get into a used items sale at
Henry’s Barn, a very large building just out of town.
cars galore coming from everywhere.
we got in the slow moving line.
then cars were turning around.
the sign said no parking at all.
we backed up and drove out.
you can’t always get what you want.
we didn’t need anymore from the sale anyway.
we were just going looking.
snow began to fall in the morning
around nine, so call it a late start,
As but came down all day without stopping.
look at the beauty.
borderline melting five hours later when
i seriously started noticing the still, wet snow.
not a big deal, but sounds like.
a wonder to behold.
this one or that, we’ll see how it goes.
everyone’s working, everyone knows.
as it’s morning, a new day is calling.
no one is stalling. winter shows.
grey and dull white.
nothing shines bright.
weather seems setting up for later
when it could become greater.
bet on snowfall later in the day.
i’ve my boots on.
I’ll watch out.
Any birds in the feeder
I’ll give a shout.
Meri said she saw Little this morning.
Looks like she got married. Has a partner.
unusual snow melt day
what we’re dealing with.
some rain and above freezing.
the lawn is poking through the snow.
doesn’t happen all at once every day.
yesterday it looked like nearly a foot of snow.
now the sky and overall outside has a different patina.
the words i write come in variance from regular.
i am rocking against the shifting breeze.
We had snow again and it’s cold.
You know., for half a year there is no traffic going by.
I read of Lincoln and want to read more.
Read of Lindbergh and now have a
1929 large story of Franklin.
These men made a heavy print when they passed.
So near and so far away.
Just around the corner.
Not all the snow has melted.
Nothing dripping especially.
Not that I can tell.
The mail man hasn’t come by yet.
We’ve a few mail persons.
We never know who’s delivering.
meri knows one by name.
She’s been working in the garden when they come by.
i’ve been out there wondering Who is that cutting through our woods.
Half the snow is gone.that’s the report.
All covered with snow.
Everything is still.
Picking pieces and holding together.
Sure is the other side of the year, globe, pattern of things.
Four geese floating in a half iced over pond.
They can take cold weather just fine.
i can watch a few minutes from
inside the car with the heater on.
not an animal out there. here is the story.
i’ve to sort pages, carefully make notes.
again looking out i see nothing moving.
quietness has a charm of its own, doesn’t it?
do you fill your head with future action?
impossibly easy the day begins
in my working days i showered and took off.
coffee happened when it finally appeared.
at five this morning Meri saw Little
out there during dark of winter.
although predicted to be cold
last night again ran fine.
dreams and sleep comfort surround.
she read a couple inches of snow are on the way.
this year winter has been slow to get here .
this house so tight holds us just right.
morning off to Cleveland.
looks like some rain’ll go along.
we’ll laugh, sing a song.
well that’s over the top, i know.
next i’ll have us dancing.
at least i’ve good intention.
enough to mention
we could be rolling good Melodies.
Play one for me. here goes again.
We’re going to see some classmates over pizza.
the old town and memories will flash by.
those pals who were in sight of the lake year round.
Remembering old steel cars and good times.
songs we know now weren’t even written then.
many favorites are half forgotten.
Clothes and smells were different.
We couldn’t imagine where we were headed.
Dancing at the hop.
We were fast moving kids.
The people and the challenges were different.
Look what happened since then.
Walking in as a train went by
Hugs all around.