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Lost Time

If we be going, let us be gone

For wasted time has already flown.

Like seeds in ground already sown,

Time has fled to parts unknown.

Sadness enters at its waste –

We could already be at our desired place!

Poppy of Remembrance

Red paints the fields where the poppies grow

After the battles there long ago.

Warmed by sunshine, watered by tears,

They still bravely bloom to remember those years.

 

Our soldiers were sent to a foreign land

To fight out of deep trenches in making their stand.

They struggled hard to remain warm and dry in the mud, rain, and snow

When they fought the Kaiser’s army so long ago.

 

Little imitation poppies were sold in the millions back then

To support the war effort and our fighting men.

They’re deep red like the bloodshed on the mud and snow,

These beautiful red poppies in the field where they grow.

 

Take just a moment to think and reflect.

Take the time to offer a thank you prayer in respect.

Someone order champagne and quickly remove the cork.

Let’s toast our dough boys and our hero, Sergeant York.

 

They still grow in the fields of yesterday.

They stand in remembrance and still hold sway.

In yesteryear, these poppies played their part.

When you wear one, I hope it matches the poppy in your heart.

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poppy: Red Poppy, Isolated On White Background Illustration

 

THOUGHTS OF SPRING

I sat upon a park bench, writing pad in hand,

Enjoying flowering shrubs and warmth upon the land

As cacophony of sound assaults both my ears:

Birds singing, dogs barking, and children’s laughter at play.

 

Then, not one but three lasses appeared

With bonnets and flower baskets at arm.

They wore floral-colored smocks,

Emitting Old World charm.

 

“I see you are a writer, sir,” one said

As her laughter broke the air.

At a loss for words, I simply smiled,

Caught up in her blue-eyed snare.

 

“Please do write us a sonnet,” said the second lass.

“Oh, no, a poem,” pleaded the third.

I smiled at all three,

Completely lost for word.

 

Their little faces in mock pout,

Their dresses so colorful and gay,

Added the finishing touch on the canvas

Of this beautiful, fine Spring Day.

 

I cleared my throat and spoke, “Oh, I suppose,

A line or two I’ll jot of spring-time prose.

With a smile and a thank you, they skipped away, arms interlocked.

As they moved away, I couldn’t help but notice: The flowers matched their frocks.

 

The sun was warm, and the wind was balmy.

White fluffy clouds adorned the sky.

I stretched and yawned like a Cheshire cat,

Releasing a contented sigh.

 

Mother Nature had once again blessed the land,

Calling forth different flowers in abundant array.

While I watched butterflies and birds flit about

On this gorgeous, balmy Spring Day.

Spring tulips

Spring tulips

Spring has sprung!

Spring has sprung!

Daddy and Momma Mallard with 10 new ducklings

Daddy and Momma Mallard with 10 new ducklings

Daddy and Momma Canadian Geese with 2 new goslings

Daddy and Momma Canadian Geese with 2 new goslings

Double Bearded Iris

Double Bearded Iris

The Things I Missed

During all my hurried chase for wealth,

I sacrificed my youth and spoiled my health.

Two young lovers sharing a kiss…

Just one of the many things I missed.

 

So many things yet to do, so much I want to say.

The mirror reflects my wrinkled face, and hair turned whitish-grey.

I don’t remember smelling land after a cleansing rain

Or offering soothing words of comfort to those suffering alone in pain.

 

Did I notice children’s faces looking skyward in delight

As they held on tightly to their multi-colored kites?

Did I collect a seashell from a white beach sand,

And did I get to travel to a distant land?

 

Did I pluck daisy petals or ever smell a rose

Or even try to ice skate after the lakes all froze?

There’s so many things I could add to my lengthy lists,

Containing all the many things I apparently missed.

 

My race is run, my fortune won —

A hollow victory it would seem

For I missed out on simple things,

It is time I can’t redeem.

 

Of my own choice, I rolled the dice

To pursue my wealth

And paid the price.

In the quest, I lost the best when I lost my health.

 

Recording my sad litany

Reveals a truth which I cannot hide:

For though I have wealth, I’ll die a pauper’s death

With all  my music still inside!

 

Just a reminder to remember to raise your awareness to your experiences – each and every day.

God’s blessings upon your journey!

He Lives!

He walked among us over rocky pathways

Many long years ago.

The message He brought was the one He taught

To free us and let us know.

 

Numbered among transgressors,

Beaten and scorned with shame.

He shouldered false accusations bravely

And never placed the blame.

 

Not happy with His suffering,

They sentenced Him to death.

They nailed Him to a cross

To draw His last earthly breath.

 

He was buried in a sepulcher

Which was hewn in stone.

Women prepared His body for eternal rest

And left Him all alone.

 

Just as the prophecy had foretold,

The stone was rolled aside:

Three days later, our Savior arose

To ascend and forever to abide.

 

The ultimate sacrifice for our sins –

A price we could not pay –

Was paid in full by our Savior.

Each year, we celebrate this act on each Easter Day.

 

Happy Easter, Everyone!

W. Foster Welborn

Do You See Me?

Young folks look at old folks,
No longer in or cool.
Smart phones, tablets, television games, FaceBook
Are more to their school.

I’m just full to bursting with curiosity:
When you look my way, I wonder, what do you really see?
Do you see an author, poet, or just an old, aging man?
One day you’ll age, too, and begin to understand.

I hope in your aging you become very wise,
Then you’ll see what I see through these older eyes.
I know you don’t know me and really have no clues.
You haven’t walked one step, let alone countless miles, in my shoes.

Once like you, I was young with an attitude of devil-may-care,
Dancing and flirting with pretty girls and very hard to scare.
Today you dance to Hip Hop, but if I may be so bold:
Chuck Berry, Fats Domino and Elvis gave us our music – called Rock and Roll.

I’ve traveled many roads, accomplished many things.
It all happened so very fast, I believe my feet had wings.
Life unfolded before me and holds me tightly in her embrace.
Wonders and tragedies etched these lines you see in my face.

Don’t try to put us all in wheel chairs or surround us with a fence.
You see, we possess knowledge you’ll need, but most of all experience.
Unlike you, there was no one around to guide, tell or show me
The secrets they had found.

I know you’re full of vitality and vinegar with energy to burn.
You have an itch you can’t scratch and hate to await your turn.
Good things come to those who wait,
Just one more thing you’ll learn.

So much to learn, so little time, and later you’ll realize my words ring true.
You’ll probably wish you had listened better before your trails are through.
So now my question begs an answer:
What do you really see when you look at me?

Wouldn’t You Know It?

Beautiful roses, rough soil can endure…

The sweetest most often

Live and grow in debris and manure.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Reflections

There are so many, I know not where to start.

As I sit quietly and reflect,

My wondering thoughts and memories to collect,

Memories stir in my consciousness which awaken my heart.

 

Foolish words and deeds,

Poor choices made in youth without reason,

Like layers of paint on the wall

Add up, season after season.

 

Young and crazy, detached and aloof,

Speaking lies, innuendo, trash without proof.

Age brings wisdom.

Reflection brings enlightenment.

Rake not among old bones, searching for the truth.

 

If you receive a blessing, give thanks with your mouth.

It matters not where you are from…north, east, west, or south.

Blessings are not always recognized as such in the beginning.

Smile, and never look a gift horse in the mouth.

 

Sometimes, we do the right things for the wrong reason.

Sometimes, we do the wrong things for the wrong reason.

Try to do the right things for the right reason.

The end result will be so much more satisfying and pleasing.

 

Mistakes are the building blocks of experience it seems.

When we try to achieve a thing, sometimes we make mistakes.

Learning from our errors enables us to overcome,

Allowing us to move forward, fulfilling our hopes and dreams.

 

When done right, we live to age and grow old.

Aging is not for the faint of heart, at least so I’m told.

A heavy conscience of wrong choices builds memories to prick the soul.

Good memories and experiences are more precious than finest gold.

Slow Progress - Trying

Slow Progress – Trying

I Believe

When I hear a newborn baby’s cry

And the sun warms my back from a clear blue sky,

I believe!

 

When a cold white snowflake alights on my nose

And sun-warmed sand tickles my toes,

I believe!

 

When I can sense a presence and no one is there,

And trouble arises, yet I’m none the worse for wear,

I believe!

 

When problems surround us and evil raises its head,

I lean on the promises which stand me in good stead:

I believe!

 

I believe when I gaze on the immense, wonderful array

Of budding trees and flowering plants to children at play,

Yes, I believe!

 

The road is long and weary with hard labor along the way,

Yet we struggle on, hoping for a brighter day,

Striving to believe.

 

Should you listen carefully with your inner ear,

Spiritual music and words of praise will soothe away your fear.

Then maybe you’ll believe.

Yin and Yang

How far up before down,
Funny person but not a clown.
Where is half-way or middle?
When does a violin become a fiddle?

Energy forces flow in together, then separate,
Moving slowly, then accelerate.
Young then old, cold then hot,
Push or pull, is or is not.

Glass half empty or half full?
It’s a toy, or is it a tool?
Flamboyant and open, then indiscreet,
Hard then soft, sour then sweet.

Life, birth, death cycles careen,
Inward then outward, but not in between.
Swirling and blending as they enter,
Trying to blend, striving to center.

Life’s energy forces turn and blend,
Like tides going out or coming in.
Focusing and searching for tranquillity
So balance will descend.

Bells will ring if they’re rang.
You’ve conquered Lao Tzu’s Tao, which is Yin and Yang,
Turmoil fades like a dying wind.
Calmness now becomes your friend.

Namaste.*

*The highest and best in me salutes the highest and best in you.

Note: In Chinese philosophy, yin and yang (also, yin-yang or yin yang) describes how apparently opposite or contrary forces are actually complementary, interconnected, and interdependent in the natural world, and how they give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another. Yin and yang can be thought of as complementary (rather than opposing) forces that interact to form a dynamic system in which the whole is greater than the assembled parts. Everything has both yin and yang aspects, which some call polarity.

 

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