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Thoughts for Thanksgiving

I am very grateful to be here to see and enjoy it. Our weather is twenty-eight degrees on our patio thermometer, and a light snow is gently falling.

My wife and I were watching Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade with all the colorful floats, balloons, marching bands, music, and of course untold numbers of smiling, happy performers and people.

Many thoughts filled my mind as I watched and marveled. How blessed we are to live in such a wonderful country where we can revel and rejoice in the season.

Thoughts of France, Brussels, Mali, Syria, and other countries that are experiencing loss of loved ones, strife, turbulence, and displacement make me thankful for our country.

My humble and sincere “Thank you” goes out to all of our military men and women, regardless of where they are stationed. I want to wish all of them,  our relatives, friends, and countrymen a warm and happy Thanksgiving today as we break bread. I wish happiness and blessings to all.

Worry!

Worry not about today,

Nor of tomorrow.

For in another day,

Short-lived will be your sorrow.

 

Time blessed both are

As history they will be,

Presenting another dilemma

For your mind to see.

 

As you concern yourself of the morrow,

And contemplate the day,

You will see that tomorrow never arrives

Because it becomes Today!

From a song on “Fiddler on the Roof”

“Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years…

One season following another,

Laden with happiness and tears.”

 

View of Front Range, Denver, CO

View of Front Range, Denver, CO

View of Front Range, Denver, CO

View of Front Range, Denver, CO

View of Front Range Denver, CO

View of Front Range
Denver, CO

Artist

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Paint with strokes of love,

Brush warmth of summer sun,

Birds fluttering all about,

And clear, blue skies above.

 

Paint happy trees, merry streams,

Stroke in children’s laughter,

Happy dogs and cats,

Lemon light of drowsy dreams.

 

Stroke in cool, green grass,

Quiet, existing limpid pools,

Browns of a robust mountain;

Blend them like sands in an hourglass.

 

Paint no sadness on life’s canvas,

Her presence already abounds;

Life is loaded with her morass,

So…just paint in happy sounds.

Happiness and Sorrow

This thought comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Happiness is sought after before sorrow.

Laughter is sought after before crying.

Those who appreciate happiness and laughter most

Are those who have shed many tears through sorrow.

Happiness

This poem is in Autumn Leaves:

 

The orchid can pale

Beside the rose.

Blue jeans look poor

Beside fine clothes.

 

Mercedes will win

Each status symbol race.

Homely old Ford sure

Looks out of place.

 

If money could buy it,

The rich would aspire

In all their surroundings,

Cars and attire.

 

The poor man’s left standing,

His feet in the soil,

Indulging in dreams,

Engrossed in his toil.

 

Whose life is the fullest?

Which philosopher can say?

Which path is best to follow,

Or who knows the right way?

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