Dear Diary Page 85…
Stopping in briefly to leave a few words and some thoughts as I probably will not be here again until after the first part of June…
Had a busy week last week and a busy day yesterday, making changes, doing chores, tasks, projects and preparing for the possible stormy weather rest of the week..
First, some thoughts for those who have their dreams, their wishes, their beliefs, wanting to be who they are, to live their life, fueled by the spirit from within, all the while facing a society/world that may put obstacles in your path….a word of advice from the Seekers..
“When you are truly inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project… your mind transcends its limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world! Then those dormant forces, faculties and talents inside you become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.” Patanjali
And for the deniers, the doubting Thomas’s, those creatures with self-centered, closed minds, again, I share words of advice from the Seekers..
After final preparations for the next weather event, managed to get the hummuingbird feeders out, not sure how many will get this year but ready in any event…
After setting the feeders out, picked the first batch of green onions, just in time for the weekend..
And speaking of the weekend, Memorial Day, got the flowers ready to take to the cemeteries..
Then, with forecast in hand, decided to cook the ham and beans as will have ham and beans and Keilbasa, probably Monday, a tradition here…
And will leave in this post my poem for Memorial Day as I will not be here then..
We were volunteers, one and all
So Noble.. Proud.. and Brave,
Did not know the reasons for war
Just a people from tyranny to save!
Glasses held high, we made an toast
Surely that Victory would rule the day!
While back at home, the voices of unrest
Not a kind word for us did they say.
Some could not vote, children were we
Some could not drink, but still our battle cry,
Even with all that we could not do
For us children, it was to do or die!
Vietnam was a hostile, violent land
The dangers, the horrors of war abound,
Whether the paddies of Vietnam or the fields of home,
Seemed for us, not a friend could be found.
But we proudly gave it our all, lads
Faced our destiny, with a hint of fear of tomorrow
Some to return to a mother’s joy
Some to return to a mother’s sorrow.
So should you be looking on today, lads
One more toast, hold your glasses high,
To PEACE, HOPE and LOVE, may they long endure
CHEERS, LADDIES!!!.. And SEMPER FI
(penned on May 30, 2009 by; Sgt, Larry “Dutch” Woller
12th Marine Regiment
And to the Brits and the Aussies that were by my side (unlike some of my fellow Americans who stayed home with Mom and Dad and TODAY chant “from these cold dead hands” while drinking 12 ozs. of courage)
And I share some words written by my friend Chris Clark (that is her pen name, we never met personally but shared thoughts and poems over the years, before Facebook, 😀 she lived in England and passed away two years ago in her late 80‘s, she was a cousin to Elizabeth Barrett Browing..)…
Comes the Peace,
where others fight.
But, within the Self,
the poppies blow
from time to time.
Listening to others;
fighting their cause,
Rakes up the soil
that belonged once to you.
Turns up the stones,
exposes the worms
in the barren plot,
where nothing grew!
But hearts DON’T break,
that much is true;
They go on beating,
they have to do!
They go on beating
throughout the years,
Though bones start creaking
And pains cause tears,
Aches for the cared for,
who now don’t care.
Aches for the skilful miles that stretch
Further even than the years.
But worst of all is the hardening heart,
That little moves as the fast years fly.
For alas the heart knows the answer
To the everlasting WHY!
by Chris Clark, 2011
And with that shall leave a thought of my own before closing;
“Whether I believe or don’t believe does not make it true or untrue but believe I will, one can believe in something without being shackled to some ideology” (Larry “Dutch” Woller 5-24-2016).
Going to close now, Diary, and as I said will not return until June, but return Bree and I will, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…