Tuesday, May 26, 2015

A FEW WORDS THIS MEMORIAL DAY

My husband and I spent most of ths Memorial Day with some of his family members, meeting up with them in Wisconsin Rapids.  His sister came with many silk flower arrangements to adorn the family markers for both of his parents and his grandparents. I don't have many opportunities to see them and visit, so this was good time to do that too.  We were tired by the time we arrived home (driving 174 miles) but we were so glad we did. That's a lot of miles to drive in one day, but it was important that we go. I had hoped to post this poem last night but as it was almost midnight and I was falling asleep at the computer, I opted to post a day later.

MEMORIAL
By Patty Lynn

A few words dedicated to all who serve or have served
in our country’s armed forces.

M is for the MEN who died, protecting you and me.
E is for ETERNAL our gratitude will be.
M is for the MEMORY of those who stood up tall.
O is for the ONES who fought for freedom, peace for all.
R is how REPEATEDLY they’ve sacrificed so much.
I is for INSPIRING, INCREDIBLE and such.
A is for ASTOUNDING, how much they’ve freely given.
L is LOVE of country, their motive their decision.

These words do not capture the magnitude of the contribution
our service men and women have made to our country’s peace,
but they are heartfelt and sincere. On this and every Memorial Day,
let each one of us take the time to contemplate just what those
that serve have done and continue to do to maintain the freedom that
we all enjoy.





Saturday, May 23, 2015

IN CASE YOU THOUGHT I FELL OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH...

I haven't posted in some time as I've had some specialty and personal poems to write.  Those are not for the masses (I bet you didn't know you were the masses.) Now it's officially summer for me and I'm back at it.

For those of you who celebrated with me when I told you that with persistence and determination I was able to walk at the mall, I'm happy and thrilled to tell you that I am now able to walk outside in my neighborhood.  That was something that I thought I could never do as we don't have sidewalks out where I live.  All my unsuccessful attempts had me convinced that with my back issues, walking on an uneven surface was an impossibility.  Well, all my prayers and the consistency of 5 days a week walking in the mall since last November has allowed me to fulfill my wildest dream, walking outside with the sun and the blue sky and the birds (their songs are so fantastic!) Praise the Lord!

As a result of this success, I have a new lease on life and a new perspective on regular exercise.  I can say I feel better than I have felt in a long time and that high lasts until about 4 p.m. in the afternoon. Then I hit a wall but I'm sure that being almost 70 with chronic back pain, that's to be expected. Anyway, I'm looking forward to summer, spending time with my husband and my grandchildren, and getting things organized around the house, basement and office.

Tonight's offering is a new poetic form for me.  I'm sure as you read through it, you'll see what I mean.  I hope you enjoy the read.

WITH OLDER EYES
By Patty Lynn

Today I really took it in, the beauty of this day,
The sky so blue, in azure hue, God’s wonderful display.

And yet to me a miracle, the way each spring it goes,
The trees so bare, without a care, emerge in all their “clothes.”

The grass now lush in vibrant green short weeks ago was brown,
But with a little sun and rain, can change each city, town…

From drab and lifeless into this, a carpet dense and rich.
The birds return as if they yearn to sing in perfect pitch.

The morning air so crisp and rare surrounds my every step.
I almost missed a spider’s kiss, so intricate his web.

How is it that when young was I, these things I never saw,
But as I look through older eyes observe these things with awe?

Just what’s to blame, can you explain, how I ignored it all?
I wish I could go back again for I cannot recall…

The beauty of those days gone by, those springs that now are past.
So blessed am I that now I spy God’s handiwork at last.

How sad it is that we become what some may call, “late smart.”
Through much life lived the Father gives the gift of sight with “heart.”

We cannot dwell on what was missed but rather concentrate
On cherishing each moment given, God’s riches contemplate.