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Walking the dog among the old stones Thinking about each life Names of old....Hanna, Faith, Elmer, Jacob John Hamilton "Dad"...that says a lot Robertson "Native of Scotland" 1869 and newer arrivals..Robert Vietnam 1971 I talk to them Thank Stanley for his service in WWI Fighter pilot Joe in WWII Elmer a Doctor died 1868 Vulture overhead 146 years too late Fresh Flowers on old grave Someone remembers All breathed the air, felt the wind and the love and the pain I ponder my own mortality Like another who walked here in 1930 Did they have a dog? Are they here too?
Bought a cowboy hat today 54 years later It's a brown hat Not a black hat Not a white hat A brown hat I'm still like Roy Rogers But a brown hat Use to wear a white hat back in the Rodeo days Not a yearling anymore A brown hat A light brown hat
They returned today Hovering 16 neurons control 4 wings Hovering Scientists study them you know Brutally effective hunters Hovering Understanding their brains Helps decode ours Hovering
Ashen clouds blanket the horizon.
Storm over jagged mountains.
Hellish red dust scars the sky.
Cloaking the rocky mining road.
6 days on.
1 day off.
Miners will visit town tonight
After some booze
No doubt a fight
Penelope the Muse
Will restore the light
I’ve seen them by the thousands.
Always zigging & zagging through the air.
But today the swallow sits still.
I thought swallows were like some people I know.
Always moving, always busy.
Just like I was in many chapters of my life.
“Human Doing”.
Now I sit
Inhale, exhale
Now I sit
“Human Being”
Ever changing beauty.
Morning fog has washed her clean.
Pale blue skies skim steel blue waters
as Humpbacks spout along their way.
Swallows slices silky sky
while flowers dance and sway.
Why am I so blessed this day?
Like the towering tree.
Many round rings.
Deep tap root.
Twisted trunk.
Branch hanging from limb.
I move with the wind
Tribes moved to her rhythm
But the dancing has stopped
Mother Nature obscured
Tribal hearts cry
Spirit ancestors
Let us dance again
Today is her birthday
No not Ms. America My Mom Born in Eire Turned 96 Her Mother told her long ago.... "You're so sickly you'll live to be 90" Worked in London 1945 Only building left standing for 3km She danced Upstairs ballroom, downstairs Irish Seems the Irish were always downstairs Crossed the Atlantic in 1954 Had a room far down the stairs Dragged the pram up those stairs For seven days Baby needed fresh air Had good intentions Learn your timestables Do the dishes Get a paper route Fireworks fill the sky