To Be a Child

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Life staying simple each day

Small children learning, God’s way

 

Like a skilled potter’s clay

Growing up in amazing ways

 

Lives filling with unique freshness

Creating moments of tender newness

 

Parents providing support and love

Following God’s example, from above

 

God watching His only Son

Caring for His little One

 

Pure gentleness touching with kindness

Lighting the way with fondness

 

Each moment charging with adventure

Experiencing delightful walks with nature

 

Little things appearing awfully big

Playing, sandbox shovels seriously dig

 

Miniature cars creating a parade

Playing with confidence, never afraid

 

Small puzzles offering a challenge

Showing off a newfound talent

 

Pictures take-off, ready to fly

Finding a favorite book nearby

 

Caring sister, like none other

Loving Bubba, her big brother

 

Baby starting out, lovingly cute

Playing music, like a flute

 

A toddler replacing the baby

Bringing out endless energy, daily

 

Parents watching with loving smiles

Thankful for every precious mile

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Monday Memories: Grandpa’s Front Porch

Here is another poem from the past, published back in November, 2018.  It recalls a time long ago of rich family memories.

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Recalling an amazing moment many years ago

Looking forward to seeing Grandpa—let’s go!

 

Sitting on his front porch for endless times

Allowing a special grandson to feel so fine

 

Bouncing on Grandpa’s knee was such fun

Laughing and giggling until there was none

 

Seeing Grandpa’s old, rustic rocking chair

Bringing back memories of us being a pair

 

Enjoying another warm, yet peaceful summer night

Listening to Grandpa’s stories, full of fun and fright

 

Watching the fireflies dancing above the tall, green grass

Hearing through the screen door, radio shows long past

 

Observing neighbors walking down an endless sidewalk

Pausing to spend a magic moment with us while we talk

 

Tasting Grandma’s freshly baked, sweet treats

Arousing taste buds and sweet tooth to meet

 

Spending time together for an hour or maybe two

Witnessing life from a porch presents quite a view

 

Sitting in the proud and mature rocking chair once more

Observing the years have been generous and restored

 

Smiling now as the porch hasn’t changed too much

Adding a new floor with fresh paint as a final touch

 

Recalling Grandpa on this comforting porch

Carrying on for him, with a brightly lit torch

 

Passing on an ageless and honored family tradition

Listening again to Grandpa’s most favorite renditions

 

Filling childish lives with memories of nurturing love

Lifting thoughts upward to Grandpa in heaven above

 

 

Lost in the Woods, Chapter 3

Here is the final chapter in this three-part story.  In case you missed the first two chapters of “Lost in the Woods,” here are the links to them.

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The shadows of the early evening begin to change the look and feel of the woods.  Grandpa Ted has been making steady progress towards the cabin.  He expects to reach it in about an hour.

Without warning, his right foot fails to notice a big hole hidden in the grass.  Down goes Ted in pain and agony!

His ankle feels like it is broken, but he assumes it is more likely sprained.  Standing up very gingerly and a bit off balance, he tests the injured ankle.  It hurts like a son-of-a-gun, but he pushes onward.  Not even an injured leg will keep him from finding Pete and Willy before dark.

Another night sky arrives, and the brothers are still feeling the ill effects of eating too many huckleberries much too quickly.  Willy asks his older brother, “What are we going to do?”

Pete, feeling just as scared, answers back, “We need to keep believing.  Help is coming.”

As the sun sets and darkness curls around the cabin, the brothers look out the open doorway of the cabin.  From the edge of the clearing, a narrow beam of light comes from the woods.  A shadowy man hobbles towards the boys.  Pete yells out, “It’s Grandpa!”

Pete and Willy run out to meet their Grandpa.  They are smiling and talking so fast that Grandpa can barely say a word.  Finally, the reunion settles down, and the grandsons realize their Grandpa Ted is injured.  They take care of him the best they can.

With Grandpa’s help, the boys start a small fire in the fireplace.  They find the food in Grandpa’s backpack, and everyone enjoys a feast of cold beans with fire-grilled Spam from a can.  “The best feast ever!” both grandsons admit at the same time.

The brothers and their Grandpa settle in for a night of sleep in the cabin.  By dawn, all are awake and eager to begin the journey home.  Grandpa’s ankle is badly swollen.  Willy finds a longer, sturdy tree branch—just the perfect tool—for Grandpa to use as a crutch.  Pete will carry the now much lighter backpack.  Together, the grandsons will make sure their Grandpa Ted makes it back home, too.

Following Grandpa’s internal compass, the trio makes steady, yet slow progress in their morning walk towards home.  The love of each for the other will insure all make it back safely.  God has indeed been watching over all three of them.

They finally arrive at home, and Mom and Dad are overjoyed to see their two sons.  Everyone is exhausted and in need of some much needed warm food, a shower, and some rest.

The time is 11:52.  Grandpa Ted promised to have the boys home back by Noon, and he is good to his word.

At last report, Grandpa is mending at home for several weeks.  The badly swollen ankle is indeed broken!

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Lost in the Woods, Chapter 2

This is the second chapter of a three-part story.  If you missed the first chapter, follow this link to catch up on the story:  Lost in the Woods, Chapter 1.

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With daylight growing shorter, Grandpa Ted gathers a few necessary supplies for his rescue mission.  He quickly and efficiently fills a medium-size backpack with water, food, matches, first-aid supplies, and a flashlight.

As he departs, Ted tells his daughter, “We’ll be back by Noon tomorrow.”  She and her husband hope so, yet they feel plenty of apprehension running through their already frail emotions.

Unaware about Grandpa being on his way, Pete and Willy are growing restless.  Having no food or water, the brothers decide to venture out from the cabin—but not too far.  As they search for anything to quench their thirsts or fill their empty stomachs, the boys cannot help but think of their dire situation.

With his intimate knowledge of the woods, Grandpa Ted hopes his grandsons have found the old cabin.  He knows it will provide them with basic shelter as well as a safe refuge.

Moving as quickly as his ancient legs can walk, Ted soon realizes he will need to pace himself.  His 63-year old body begins to remind him that he is no longer a young man.

The brothers discover a creek during their search, and they bury their faces in the cool water for several long drinks.  Up ahead along the creek, Pete spots some bushes which are loaded with wild huckleberries.

The boys plunge into the bushes as their hunger screams for more and more huckleberries.  Eating too quickly, they consume far more berries than their stomachs can safely digest.  Feeling sick, the brothers finally make it back to the safety of the cabin—looking pale and ready to drop.

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Stay tuned for the final chapter.  Be prepared for a few twists in the action as Grandpa Ted and his grandsons hope to be reunited.

Lost in the Woods: Chapter 1

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Pete and Willy can sometimes be adventurous boys.  Being ages ten and eight, they never stop finding excitement to fill up their lives while bringing plenty of anxiety to their parents.

The boys slip away from home one night for another adventure.  Taking a flashlight, they plan to wake-up all of the “critters” in those nearby woods.

Morning arrives, and the boys’ disappearance is noted by two very distraught adults.  The boys’ parents find a note from the brothers.  At least the fearless duo felt the need to inform Mom and Dad about their trip into the woods.

During the night, the brothers’ fortunes have not gone well.  Barely into the journey, the flashlight’s beam grows dimmer and finally dark.  The boys realize they should have been better prepared before departing on their journey.  A brief thunderstorm adds to their misery.  Now lost in the darkness, the wet and chilled boys begin to feel their enthusiasm fading by the minute.

Willy tells Pete, “We’ve really messed up now.”  The brothers stumble, and sometimes crawl, through the dense forest under a dark, cloudy, and moonless sky.

Finally, their fortunes change just a smidgen.  They discover a run-down cabin in a small clearing.  No lights, no heat, and no food—the boys at least have found some shelter for the rest of the night.

Back home, a frantic morning phone call brings Grandpa Ted to the boys’ home.  Ted consoles his worried daughter and her equally concerned husband, as he tells them, “I’ll find the boys.”

Ted grew up in these woods, and he knows every square mile.  He promises to locate the boys as quickly as possible.  “We’ll be back before Noon tomorrow,” Ted says in a reassuring voice filled with total confidence.

Meanwhile, the two brothers have made it through the night.  The old, abandoned cabin is not much of a place, but at least it provides Pete and Willy with a roof over their heads.

Remembering some wise words from their Grandpa, the boys realize they must stay put.  With a morsel of confidence, Pete tells Willy, “Help is on the way!”

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Memories

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Thanks for the memories

 

For sunrises, spectacular and refreshing

Feeling God’s creation, always fetching

Let me witness one more, very soon

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For teaching for forty years, now gone

Being retired, yet singing a new song

Each day feels precious and engaging

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For daughters special and sweet

Always making this heart tweet

You make me smile every day

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For travels across this vast land

Witnessing God’s creative hand

I look forward to seeing more

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For seeing grandchildren grow up

Their blessings overflow my cup

How truly marvelous they are

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For nights watching films from years ago

Classic stories and acting, tied in a bow

Enjoying movies and popcorn at home

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For finding love before growing old

God’s promises come true and bold

Never say never to His amazing grace

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For writing poetry and sometimes more

Allowing my new passion to fly and soar

Thankful for wonderful readers like you

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This poem’s theme is inspired by Bob Hope, one of America’s greatest entertainers.  He excelled in vaudeville, Broadway shows, radio, film, and television.  He may be best known for the many shows he did for American troops overseas.  In 1938, Hope and Shirley Ross performed the song “Thanks for the Memory” in the film “The Big Broadcast of 1938.”  Adapting lyrics in future years as needed, the song became Hope’s signature song whenever he performed.  Here are a few lines from “Thanks for the Memory.”  Enjoy!

Thanks for the memory
Of rainy afternoons, swingy Harlem tunes
Motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes
How lovely it was
Thanks for the memory
Of candlelight and wine, castles on the Rhine
The Parthenon, and moments on the Hudson River line
How lovely it was
Many’s the time that we feasted
And many’s the time that we fasted
Oh well, it was swell while it lasted
We did have fun, and no harm done
So thanks for the memory
Of crap games on the floor, nights in Singapore
You might have been a headache, but you never were a bore
I thank you so much

 

Back to School

Another school year has arrived in America.  I can fondly remember the return of school both as a student and later as a teacher.  The classrooms will come alive with the energy of countless children under the instruction of caring teachers and staff.

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Store advertisements passionately proclaim

Ending another summer’s leisure and games

 

“Back to School” cries out across the land

Sounding like a hit song from a rock band

 

Lazy, easy days of summer are sadly ending

School days are approaching, no pretending

 

Summertime and kids at home will very soon end

Cheering parents welcome school, ready to begin

 

Teachers feel invigorated and all set to go

Preparing classrooms for learning to know

 

Families make ready for the kick off of school

Buying supplies and clothing—honestly cool!

 

Schools stand ready with a spotless shine

Cleaning, waxing, and repairs look all fine

 

Everything looks prepared for one more year

Learnin’ bout the three R’s, no reason to fear

 

Attention all children, wake-up and now hear

Ringing school bells announce far and near

 

“Back to School” has arrived for all

Moving forward from summer to fall

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