Monday Memories: Summer Hammock

pair of red and white low top sneakers

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Under the shade of a massive oak tree, Fred relaxes in his backyard hammock while enjoying a perfect summer afternoon.

A slight, friendly breeze helps to keep the bugs away, and Fred always thinks better when he spends time in his comfortable hammock.  He looks up into the canopy of branches in the tree above, and his eyes begin following an intensely busy squirrel which is scurrying back and forth . . . back and forth.

Fred’s thoughts begin to wander as he imagines his own creation of the “perfect” treadmill.  While his model will have the usual cup holder, he will add a necessary tray for his pepperoni pizza.

Thinking . . . How can a person calculate how much wood a woodchuck could chuck, if he could really chuck wood?

Worried about an upcoming family reunion, he recalls telling his close friend, Wally, “How will I remember all of their names?”

Wally confidently replies, “Easy, just call everyone ‘cousin.’”

Remembering his granddaughter’s wedding reception last summer, he asks his wife, Doris, to dance.  He tells her, “They’re playing our favorite song.”

It takes the couple a little longer to arrive on the dance floor, and the song is nearly half over.  Fred calls out to the DJ, “Play it again Sam!”

Several minutes go by.  The “always in a hurry” squirrel pauses and thinks to himself, “What is that noise?”

Looking down, he spies Fred blissfully sleeping and dreaming, and his loud snoring serenades the entire backyard with . . . well, almost charming tunes.

Originally published March, 2020.

Monday Memories: Right Field

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The right fielder just happens to be the newest boy in the neighborhood.  His family makes their new home down on Lexington Drive, not far from a park with a baseball diamond.

A group of boys organize pick-up baseball games every morning during the summer at the park’s diamond.  The right fielder shows up, eager to play, but he is the final player picked for one of the teams. 

Few of the other boys put much faith in the smallish right fielder’s short stature.  His glove is well-worn as the seasoned leather molds around his small hand, and his tattered jeans feature a gash at the knee which provides for some extra ventilation.  He wears a faded cap with the Brooklyn Dodgers “B” logo still showing.

On most pick-up baseball teams, whoever plays right field is usually one of its weaker players with not much of a glove, little speed, and a dreadfully weak throwing arm.  Willing to play right field serves as a consolation prize for being picked last.

The right fielder humbly accepts his position.  He is hungry to play ball, and he just wants to fit in with the other boys.

He enjoys a decent game at the plate with a couple of solid hits.  His teammates begin to take notice of his skills.  The right fielder has yet to see a ball hit his way.

The score remains tied with two outs now in the bottom of the final inning.  A runner stands in position to score from second base as he waits for a much needed hit to bring home the winning run.

With the crack of the bat, the runner is on a dead sprint to third base on his way to home plate.  The ball has been hit like a shot into right field.  The right fielder makes a quick jump on the sharp hit, fields the ball cleanly, and sets up his feet for a throw to the catcher.

The runner is rounding third base, and the field is buzzing with excitement.  The catcher positions himself just in front of home plate as he prepares to receive the right fielder’s throw.

With a hop and a step, the right fielder uncorks a frozen rope of a throw.  It carries low toward the waiting catcher.  The runner looks to be a dead duck.  The throw arrives at home plate well ahead of the runner.

The catcher flinches as the ball skips off of the turf in front of the plate.  With a perfect bounce up, the ball arrives well ahead of the runner.  Sadly, the catcher misjudges the throw, and it bounds over his glove into his body. 

Runner safe!  Game over!

With the game over, the rest of the boys discover they have a pretty darn good right fielder.  They’ve never seen a throw quite like his. 

Originally published August, 2020.

Time’s Transition

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Greeting darkness

Life’s constant foe

Silent journey

Absent shadow

 

Hidden purpose

Never speaking

Winter too long

Cold floor creaking

 

Blackness escapes

Bright light prevails

Time’s transition

Finding new trails

 

Hello sunshine

Life’s steadfast friend

Catching each smile

Day shall ascend

 

Sunglasses on

Joy filling heart

Now to catch up

Summer’s fun starts

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Summer Heats Up

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Dog days of summer arrive

Sweating from moist, humid heat

Corn lifting up to heavens

Backyard grilling offers eats

 

Morning sun heats up quickly

Sweltering hot by high noon

Swimming pools usually packed

Closed by afternoon monsoons

 

Workers staying hydrated

Drinking water without end

Temperatures set record

Weather refusing to bend

 

Landscape’s beauty quickly fades

Stressing out from endless drought

People’s patience wearing thin

Nature sends timely bailout

 

Everyone prays for relief

Welcoming cold front arrives

Brief respite from summer’s heat

Dog days now humbly nosedive

 

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Sharing Her Treasures (Haiku Series #188)

Standing Still

Beauty without words

Stirring each silent chorus—

Morning’s sunrise beams

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Patiently Waiting

Chilly summer night

Hint of early autumn dreams—

Calendar page turns

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Timeless Themes

Woven together

Composing her melodies—

Harmony praising

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Summer’s Bliss

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Looking out from backyard deck

Nature’s bounty welcomes all

Noble trees shroud quiet creek

One more day, closer to fall

 

Summer pleasures, don’t leave yet

Early sunrise, high blue sky

Birds finding feast, velvet lawn

New moments, ready to fly

 

Taste tranquility-filled hours

Blissful life singing with praise

Path through woods, deer’s faithful sign

Midnight’s moon always ablaze

 

Gentle wind serenades now

Cooler evening air invites

Tree’s swinging to breezy song

Quiet peace, life’s hidden heights

 

Hour grows late, pausing to see

Promised arrival smiles back

Fireflies dancing above grass

Nature’s final, sweet snack

 

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Summer’s Sweetness

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Life no longer singing wintertime blues

Summer’s sweetness rocks around timeless clock

Easy life, driving nature’s express lane

Planning fun times on each neighborhood block

 

Fresh-cut wood pile, next to backyard fire pit

Little granddaughter’s eyes, poised to light up

Marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate

Making sweet S’mores, summer’s perfect line-up

 

Nighttime fun never really wants to end

New memories flicker around fire’s glow

Please, please . . . let us stay for another hour

Darkening fire gracefully ends night’s show

 

On my, another blessed summer night

Dreaming later, tomorrow taking flight

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Medley of Verses (Haiku Series #177)

Under the Weather

Overcast morning

Gray covers forgotten sun—

Missing in action

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Lake’s Summer Harmony

Crystal clear waters

Canoe glides with rhythmic pace—

Perfect melody

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Stargazing’s New Reality

Galactic journey

Cosmic adventure comes true—

Man’s final frontier

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Nature’s Deployment (Haiku Series #153)

Every Day

Sunrise sends greeting

Creator’s hand wakens day—

Glorious morning

Morning sunrise over the Choptank River along Maryland’s Eastern Shore.

Echoing Cadence

Soul-filled percussion

Pulsating afternoon sky–

Thunder’s rhythmic beat

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Still Here

Hot days continue

Waiting for autumn colors—

Summer must insist

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Summer’s Pause

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Summer’s heat taking pause

Rain touches with wet paws

 

Dry landscape’s soaking mist

Moisture been greatly missed

 

Gray overcast hides skies

Missing sun sadly sighs

 

Nature’s well-deserved break

Setting up summer’s cake

 

Crops, flowers, and grass smile

Delicious, stay awhile

 

Harmony finds its tune

Despite absent, full moon

 

Tranquility looks down

Nature’s elegant gown

 

Richest hues, brightest tones

Beauty’s shining gemstones

 

Precious stones on display

Add one more day to play

 

Summer’s heat shall resume

But first, smell rain’s fresh bloom

 

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