Sunday, May 30, 2010
MEMORIAL DAY, 2010
MEMORIAL DAY, 2010
When I think of Memorial Day, of course, I think of war, and the sadness war has brought to all man-kind since the beginning of time. I have often thought that we should, by now, be beyond war; that the evolution of man would have placed us just below the angels (as many believe) rather than just above the apes which seems to be the reality. Our ancestors of ape-land are extremely teritorial, protecting to the death, with war-like intensity, their "place" on earth, just as we do the same. I so want to live in a more perfect world, but I think, even though we continue to evolve (and we have made progress), we will not arrive at a place of shared tranquility for a very long, long time (certainly not in my lifetime!). And sadly, it may never happen before we destroy ourselves, each other and all living things. A sad thought indeed! In the meantime, soldiers of every place on earth must die protecting their spot, and we must go on, sadly, remembering our soldiers and their families for their heroic efforts in protecting our spot. As I sat on my porch this morning looking out at my lush, green yard, I thought of all the war-torn places around the world, and wrote this poem.
THOUGHTS IN MID-MAY
I sit quietly on my porch in early morn
the end of the month of May
And look out to the distant field
Where prairie grass is beginning to sway
With the morning breeze
And, I see wildflowers starting to grow
In colors not yet defined
But which will be varied and brilliant
In time
The chickadees, finches and meadow larks
Warble and sing their song
And just below my open window
The purple, fragrant lilacs grow
From their hedges, row upon row
Our birdfeeder is busy too this a.m.
Yellow finches hanging upside down
Eating their morning breakfast down
While robins hop around the yard
In need of fresh worms to pull
Colors of green fill up the trees
Their different shaped leaves
Fluttering and flapping
In the morning breeze
But then I pause
And my thought begin to wander
To war-torn areas around the globe
Where nothing,
Not even a leaf can grow
Where nothing grows among the rubble
But more and more
War-torn trouble
A place where flowers won't bloom
And birds won't sing
And no grasses will grow
And I think of all of those
Who would wish to take my place
To be here in my space
Where flowers and grasses grow
And yellow birds sing
Thursday, May 20, 2010
What is it about going to highschool with a class of 24 girls that makes you friends for life? I am guessing that without the distraction of boys in class with you, we had more time to knit true friendships and enjoy each other more fully. I also think that the small class of just 24 girls provided more opportunity to know and appreciate each other as individuals. That we wore uniforms and no jewelry (nuns would not allow this) contibuted to our not competing with each other except in field hocky, basketball and vollyball. We seem to have grown as a kind of family who cares about each other, and we are still a very close, caring group of women today. This past week, many of us were together in Cincinnati to celebrate a birthday of note for all of us, and we enjoyed dining together at the beautiful home of one of our classmates. We blew out the candles together on a lovely birthday cake and sang happy birthday to ourselves afterwards. We have all come a long way individually, but are still a close family of friends. I am so grateful for these wonderful women in my life.
Friday, May 7, 2010
My Mother
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Springtime, 2010
LET ME GO IN SPRINGTIME
Let me go in springtime
When I go
So that the long winter will not
Seem in vain
And I can hear again
The birds chirping one more time
Before I go
And I will want to see
The row of day lilies
That grow each spring
Along the hedge
And smell the lilacs below
My window pane
I will want to greet one more time
Hank and Henrietta, our doves
That come back each year
To nest in our Evergreen tree
And with my last breaths
I will, once again
Wish to enjoy the rabbits and their offspring
Hopping about and eating the new green shoots
From our garden
And see the ducks waddle by in pairs
Male chasing female
On their way to the lake nearby
I will want to hear the geese honk
Once again
Their message of delight
In flight overhead
As the robins jump about the yard
Finding worms in the wet spring earth
And if I am very lucky
A yellow chickadee will alight
Followed by the redbird
That finds our feeder every year
And the sun will warm my soul
Before I go
And I will be happy then.