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 |    A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
 A log of our magnificent journey. |
| Families, friends, and volunteers are laying Christmas wreaths on graves of those who gave their all. While others plan festivities, from Oregon to Florida, they will not be deterred from honoring those who sacrificed to keep our country free. https://www.wreathsacrossamerica.org/ |
| I am thankful for every day savoring Mother Nature's buffet: a walk in meadow where daisies grow and chat with talkative crow, no matter whether sky be blue or gray. When my imagination starts to play and chase the melancholy away, then I pray to God and let Him know I am thankful. So many ways to convey the vast emotional array: a warm smile to go with "Hello!" a friendly hug will make my heart glow-- so many reasons I can say I am thankful. Notes on the Rondeau form of poetry ▼ |
Spit shine those boots, getting ready for Veteran's Day parade with all its pomp and circumstance: left right, left right, down Main. Band plays "Anchors Aweigh" to stir patriotic spirit in crowd and honor vets' dedication and courage in Vietnam, in Afghanistan, in Iraq. We thank them for the sacrifices they make for us: their time, their energy, their fate. People cheer, flags wave, children salute. Notes on the Trinet form of poetry ▼ |
| Wherever, whenever there is a need, they gather. Whether it be a combat campaign or hurricane recovery, they remain determined to succeed. Again and again, they respond. When plans go awry and struggle seems in vain, their patriotic pedigree kicks in to support community, wherever, whenever trouble calls. |
| October's charm down on the farm, where pumpkins grow, with hoedown dance where we all prance and do-si-do, or bayou binge out on the fringe, where Cajuns go. When fiddler plays, we sing the praise to stars aglow. Notes ▼ |
| Young men and women hear the call to serve our nation and join the military. When enemies pose a threat, soldiers, sailors, airmen, marines answer the call to fulfill their mission of defending our freedom without hesitation. After retirement, that call to serve continues, so they volunteer at a local soup kitchen... until one gets shot by a deranged homeless vet. |
| I slither and crawl through the slime and the grime in nooks and crannies of Mother Earth's bailiwick, searching for lizards and mice. Wherever they run, whether sun is up or down, I'll be there waiting. Notes on the Oriental Octet form of poetry ▼ |
| When Debby came to town and threw a hissy fit, destroying all we knew, we became desperate. Her demonic temper sent days of drenching rain, obliterating dreams and inflicting great pain. She blew some stores apart with brutal energy, and homes were washed away into the raging sea. Notes ▼ |
| Every chance we get, we indulge in Mother Nature's smorgasbord of sensory treats. Wading in a cool babbling stream in the early morning hours along a scenic mountain trail, where squirrels chatter and robins sing, or perhaps, sunset walks down by the sea with warm sand between our toes, cavorting with the raucous gulls and watching their aerial ballet. Whenever trouble gets us down, there is nothing like Mother Nature's smorgasbord to relieve the stress. |
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