they who give quickly give twice that which costs little is less esteemed who would not laugh at the raving fits of the man almost out of his wits over the sudden unexpected breakage of his more than precious wine bottle “twould be so nice could I see as such an equal spillage of his detested blood looking so far back is indeed sweet forewarning that the price of nostalgia can all too often become most bitter
Half past five daily ritual plays out
black, red, yellow, golden plumage aquiver
clarion call toward coming sunrise
much like vaunted ancestor Chanticleer
day must be welcomed so ‘twill come to us
silence reigns now predawn sounds subdued
once proud rooster crows no more
all hurricanes are liberals they always spin to the left their main source of power is hot air they leave a mess everywhere they go we always have to clean up after them sane people leave when one approaches they wander around with no set direction
there are times silence speaks louder than words blind hubris continues driving her
to much greater feats of stupidity she continues her endless quest for what lies just beyond nowhere leap frogging toward the finish line of life
scratchings meander `thout rhyme or reason from this leaky pen held `tween stiff fingers pecked wanton symbols from my keyboard no longer making sense from these my musings wanderin’ through spaces known to none else reason becomes lost in search of another rhyme all this leads me to ask Where goeth my Words?
Retired from the University of Texas and too old to play soccer anymore. Now, in the twilight of his years, time is spent writing in this blog, hiking and exploring Texas Parks, photography, working out, gardening and tending to the five ponds he built .