A Collection of Writings and Thoughts
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Happy New Year
I talk like an old man. I walk like an old man. I look like an old man. I ache like an old man… But I live like a new man, Vibrant, ageless, young in the scope of eternity. Always abounding in hope and joy in the “inner man”. Rejoicing in His love and able…
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Merry Christmas!
It was really a good day for sledding last Wednesday. I took my old toboggan to “Big Top” in Lincoln Park. I positioned it at the top of the hill, sat down and grabbed the side ropes. As I sat there, I began to wonder if this was a wise thing to do, when all…
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Fallen Leaves
On Veteran’s Day, I rake the leaves So many now have fallen, A simple chore I’ve done before When I hear winter calling. No glory in this stooping down And scooping piles of wilted brown from autumn’s faded grass and winter’s chilling ground? No honor in this humble task? … shhh, the neighbors may be…
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Outlook
I find myself at the window more, Looking out like grandpa did before. When I was young and hid behind the closet door, To watch him as he stood so still and Bent against the window sill. What was it he was staring at, What was he looking for? He’d leave and then come back again…
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Goldie
To Lily Here’s something you’ve never been told… You’re beautiful, hair seems Spun out of gold. And when you put the bow To your violin strings, Every angel in heaven sings! And then there’s your heart, It’s made of gold, too. And when you help kids like Josie, God smiles as He’s watching you. Lily…
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Hope
To Julia This little bear’s name is Hope I know a girl who has Hope for a middle name. Do you? She’s beautiful and kind And has eyes of blue And look, she’s praying for you. And whatever you’re doing Know we’re praying, too. And when you’re worried or nervous Keep singing your song… And…
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Moving On
Drove by your house The other day; The one on Andrew Street. It seemed so dark And lifeless there, Where once was Laughter in the air. Where once the birds Took refuge there, Their wings now cease to beat. The angel at the gate Is gone. The one who sang so sweet, And welcomed all…
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A Sunflower
Blazing up from the tar At the edge of the interstate A solemn observer of road rage A patient bystander in traffic jams, Accustomed to the heat, To the roar of eighteen wheelers, To the fumes and filth of the freeway The frenetic pace of life Streaming by With blasts of suctioning, At intermittent intervals,…
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4th St. Willow
The pines, the oaks, the cottonwoods Bowed before the willow, And I could see its branches dance As I looked up from my pillow. In Autumn I would climb atop. And jump to leaves below. In winter I would do the same In piles of shoveled snow. When spring brought summer To my yard It…
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Lincoln PKWY
Forgotten years on winding road Of trees and rocks and memories; As I slid down whitened hills When once a youth until the dark~ And meaning, love, and loyalty dwelt In a young mind until I let go Of the rope and pawned the burden And left the park.