It’s Thanksgiving Day. The dark days of the past few years have made it difficult to think of an obvious thing for which to be thankful. Prosperity and Security? Not so much; Good will toward men and back again? Are you kiddin’ me?; A home nation dedicated with one mind to the social balancing of life, liberty, and happiness?.......Nope. Then, just now, it hit me that I have one wonderful yet bizarre thing to give thanks for, though it’s way outside the box. That one thing I can be thankful … [Read more...]
America, How Beautiful !
This is what I believe about my country, and my place in it. This may be sung to the tune of America The Beautiful. [Invitation] America is beautiful, She’s holding many hearts. Each searching for the liberty Her majesty imparts. For every soul who starts the quest For life more fully lived, Her beacon glows, so each heart knows, It’s freedom that She gives. ~~~ [Warning] Make no mistake, This land is mine, CONTINUE READING … [Read more...]
Not For This
My father fought in World War II. He was the radio operator on a B-17 bomber. Actually, it was three B-17 bombers. Though there were successful missions in between, all three planes were shot down. The first was hit after the target was bombed. Consecutive anti-aircraft bursts almost cut the plane in half from end to end, allowing the wings to actually flap like a bird. The pilot got it back to base, where he touched down with no landing gear. Inexplicably, all on board were safe, but the … [Read more...]
When I Write I Wear…
When I write, I wear Leave-Me's, because Lev-I is bad grammar. … [Read more...]
Wedding Couple
My father was a Methodist minister. Whenever he performed a wedding ceremony for an older couple, marrying late in life, he liked to share a special poem. He learned it from an elderly mentor who also learned it from a succession of elderly mentors; and no one knows who wrote it. My father theorized its penning to be around 1800. It was one of his favorites; and mine, too. Wedding Couple (author unknown) The groom, white of hair, Got up from his chair, His faltering steps needed … [Read more...]
When the Redbud Says Goodbye
I was in the woods on a dreary day, and feeling a little sad. You know, the stuff of life, that gets to everybody from time to time. Then I saw something that made me feel a lot better. So, I wrote it down to share with you. The following is an excerpt (to keep this post short) and is continued - still free to read - here. By Andy Bozeman ©2015 Along a stony path I walked, Within a sunrise wood, A chilly morn said “Winter’s born” And, “Summer’s gone for good.” Lamenting Autumn’s lifted … [Read more...]
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