“I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.” (Maya Angelou) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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This weekend is Father’s Day weekend and wonder how many father’s have found themselves in this situation… 🙂

On our little girls third birthday,
She got a sandbox, In the backyard to play.
Sand was everywhere as she play and she laughed.
I fussed at her, For it killed all the grass.

Chorus; It’ll come back, It’ll come back
Daddy don’t be mad, God and the rain will bring it back.

When our little girl, Just turned ten,
She got a bike to ride with all her friends.
She skinned both her knees, as she played and she laughed.
I fussed at her. For it killed all the grass.

Chorus;

When our little girl, Turned seventeen.
We built her a pool, In the backyard that spring.
All her friends came and they swam and they splashed.
I fussed at her, For it killed all the grass.

Chorus;

My wife and I sit on the porch alone.
As I look out across at my beautiful lawn
The house is quiet, There’s no children at play.
And I say to my wife.
“Honey If you’ll listen real close, You can still hear her say…”

Chorus;
Hello Diary,

It is a Friday, so far a pleasant day but there are storms again on the horizon for the next few days… taking time from preparing for the future to leave a few thoughts (may not be able to get online much this weekend)… sitting here with a spot of tea with Father’s Day on the horizon and thinking about all the children.. as with the way of all creatures, at some point in time they leave the nest… :

Unfortunately, for reasons us mere mortals cannot comprehend, some leave the nest far too soon…
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new
And the soldier was passing fair,
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.

“Now, don’t you go till I come,” he said,
“And don’t you make any noise!”
So toddling off to his trundle-bed
He dreamed of the pretty toys.
And as he was dreaming, an angels song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue,–
Oh, the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true.

Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place,
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face.
And they wonder, as waiting these long years through,
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue
Since he kissed them and put them there.
(Eugene Field)

And at some point in time some grow their wings and fly away to follow their destiny..

Little folks are people too
Very much like me and you
The little things they say and do
They kinda make your day
Foolishness and common sense
Through the eyes of innocence
Skip a rope or jump a fence
Gettin’ in the way

Daddy, why are you so tall?
Daddy, why am I so small?
Daddy, who makes snowflakes fall?
Could it be the Lord?
Chasing puppies, climbin’ trees
Bumping heads and skinnin’ knees
It’s not very hard to see
That kids are God’s reward

Little folks get down and out
The girls will cry and boys will pout
Before you know what it’s about
They’re smiling once again
Colored kites on summer breeze
Jingle Bells and Christmas trees
Too soon they’re only memories
Do you remember when?

Daddy, what makes eagles fly?
What makes clouds float in the sky?
And Daddy, if I really try
Will I grow up someday?

But little folks slip through our hands
Like so many grains of sand
You’d best enjoy them while you can
So soon they fly away…

And there are some that do not have a father (or mother) and as a sustaining guardian of the Cunningham Children’s home, hopefully I can give them some hope that they will realize their dreams on this Father’ Day (and every day).. “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” Emily Dickinson

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Well, I had better close for now.. Have my own dreams to follow…“All one can do is know happiness by following ones dreams, being led by one’s heart, and it is up to the rest of the world to accept or not” but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

In spite of the storms, me and the rest of the children (along with the poets, dreamers and lovers) will be looking for that rainbow connection and the path to our destiny… 🙂

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“I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with anything “ (ABBA) on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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Well, it is PRIDE month, here on the path every day is PRIDE… 🙂 be proud of who you are, what you believe and follow your dreams… have my pride hat at the ready, supporting any who are living life their way and following their dreams (and those, because of unforeseen circumstances, who cannot at this time).. 🙂

me with pride hat..

And following Steve Jobs advice; “Your time is limited, don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living the result of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinion drown your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition, they somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary” Steve Jobs

And sometimes, when following ones dreams, one may encounter adversity and hostile criticism but “Never be bullied into silence, never allow yourself to be made a victim, accept no one’s definition of your life, define yourself”… Robert Frost

Like the coat of many colors, love will find a way and help one through it all…

Hello Diary,

Well, my friend Bette came up with the idea of dancing among the flowers, so with the help of Andre Rieu, have grabbed my hat, will be who I am with my dreams in my pocket, so take it away Mr. Rieu…

Honeysuckle… “When someone tells you “you’ve changed”, it might be because you have stopped living your life their way”.. (John Pence)..

honeysuckle

Roses.. “The greatest challenge in life is to be our own person and accept that being different is a blessing and not a curse”.. (Kilroy Oldster)..

rose a

Hosta… “Find out who you are and be that person. That’s what your spirit was put on this Earth to be. Find that truth, live that truth and everything else will come.” (Ellen DeGeneres)..

hosta 2

Clematis.. “Confidence is knowing who you are and not changing it a bit because of someone’s version of reality is not your reality.” Shannon L. Alder

clematis 3

Hosta… “We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving. And we all have some power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing.” Louisa May Alcott

hosta 1

Peonies.. “Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow them.” Louisa May Alcott

peonies

How are we so “different”?
If “different” is just a thing.
If we all have certain features,
What does “different” bring?

People filled with hatred,
Can’t possibly see,
That there’s not really “differences”
Between you and me.

Looks can’t show “difference”,
If they’re just there to be seen.
If you don’t look like someone else,
Why are they so mean?

If being “different” is what is wrong,
I’d rather not be right.
And I’d want to finish living,
Doing the “different” fight.
(Vincen Tabatha)

Well, I had better close, but the dance is far from over as there will be another time.. for now will have some rainbows to explore and some dreams to contemplate.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

It is a pleasant Tuesday here on the path but storms on the horizon for tomorrow.. But “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott) and “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”… may not be dancing but perhaps singing a note or two… 🙂

“ Love is a beautiful journey, where every step is a destination and every moment an eternity” on the path least traveled…

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Flowers are always associated with love, especially the rose.. the first rose of summer..

first rose of summer

“A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.” Leo Buscaglia

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Hello Diary,

So far have managed to avoid the severe weather…there are more storms on the horizon, mainly this weekend so I thought I would share some thoughts today.. “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”.

In spite of the weather, the flowers in the gardens and backyard are starting to make their presence known… spreading beauty, fragrance and love… a white rose “a new beginning”…

white rose

“You don’t love the person you can live with, you love the person you cannot live without”…

And of course the red rose… the symbol of love among the roses..

red rose south side

“True love doesn’t happen right away; it’s an ever-growing process. It develops after you’ve gone through many ups and downs, when you’ve suffered together, cried together, laughed together, loved together.” (Ricardo Montalban)..

Of course, other flowers a associated with love also, even the pond flowers..

pond flowers

“Just because you feel someone does not love you as much as they should, does not mean they don’t give you all the love they have”..

And there is the purple clematis….

clematis red

“If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were.” (Richard Bach)

And there is the pink clematis…

clematis light pole

“Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.” (Felix Adler)

Soooooooo, from the gardens of the path least traveled, a bouquet of love..

bouquet

A bouquet of flowers from my garden,
Their beauty need not be told,
Their fragrance is soothing and lovely
A pleasant scent for one to behold.

They remind me of you, my dear friend
Whose beauty from within you do share,
Sharing sunshine, understanding and laughter
Sowing the seeds of love and happiness in the air.

This bouquet was picked for you
For coming into my world, my dear friend,
For giving sunshine, laughter, love and happiness
For which I know will never end.
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Well, I had better close now…. Life is calling, or is it the lawn mower?.. 🙂 but I shall return again one day, fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

“Love knows no bounds or time, love is the spirit of the heart, love is the life support of hope, love is the force behind compassion, love is the foundation for true friendships, relationships….without love, life is barren and cold and has no meaning”…. (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

love plate

“Living life is like learning how to drive a automobile, at some point in time one has to get into the driver’s seat”.. (Larry “Dutch” Woller) on the path least traveled…

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Journey of Self Discovery…

I awoke one morning, alone, in history’s past..
Left with a heart full of memories, a decision to make,
Confronted with two paths to my destiny..
Heart and mind to decide which one to take.

Take the one most traveled, the logical safe choice…
The one chosen by the multitudes..the human race,
Like sheep, following a path determined by another…
No self identity, all bearing the same face.

A path whose direction is chosen by a few
The rest to follow, ever so blind,
Their destiny not chosen by their own hand
Their fate determined, by a closed mind.

The other path less traveled, mysterious and unknown
Where one can be different, like me I confess,
Without fear of ridicule, bigotry  and hate
A path filled with love… and happiness.

A path where one can follow ones dreams
An open mind to see what others do not,
To live a life guided by one’s heart
While the other path one cannot.

Decision made, with eyes on the horizon
It’s down the path least traveled I do venture,
Excitement fills the air, a smile on the face
Looking forward to a great adventure.

My fate will be unknown, what lies ahead unsure
I do not know…. what my destiny will be,
But one thing will be certain, written in stone
I shall venture down that path …..learning to be “ME“.
          (penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

After a time of dealing with life’s challenges, sometimes one needs to stop the world and get off briefly to set the spirit free.. One way is meditation and another way is to relax with a glass of wine or cuppa tea..

winetea

Turn on some easy listening music..

easy listening

And let the spirit go free to either follow my thoughts..

So my heart’s compass is pointed to the horizon
Sails set full, safe harbor fading in the distance, a faint glow to eye it seems
And with a pocket full of memories, on the horizon are my dreams
On down the path least traveled I will venture, with spirit free
Why the path least traveled?..well, I’m different, don’t you see.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Mark Twains thoughts…

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover, acquire new friends and gain knowledge of yourself and the world.” (Samual Clemens aka Mark Twain)

Or Enya’s thoughts…

However, unfortunately today is not the day for sailing… with the onset of summer there are maintenance tasks to do outdoors as well as indoors adding more challenges to life, and add daily chances of thunderstorms to the mix and “When one suddenly finds oneself in a swamp up to one’s armpits in alligators, it is difficult to remember the objective was to drain the swamp”.. 🙂

First there is mowing…

mower

And there is the vacuum …

cleaning

Both require a certain amount of physical activity to function.. I know the medical profession believes everyone should be active but a mower and vacuum could be overkill.. 🙂 I had considered asking the teenage boy next door if he would do it but he uses Alexa and Alexa does not do lawns or windows… 😀

And then I happen to come across this interesting device…

dustmbrrom

I have misplaced the owners manual so I have no idea how to use it… 😀 I suppose I could Goggle it.. “Any piece of knowledge I acquire today has a value at this moment exactly proportioned to my skill to deal with it. Tomorrow, when I know more, I will recall that piece of knowledge and use it better. “ Mark van Doren .. 🙂

And then there is this unique invention called the washing machine…

washing machine

It has more controls than a space shuttle.. how difficult is it to wash a load of underwear, really!?.. “The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom”. (Isaac Asimov).. 🙂

Well, I had better close for now… got out the ole two headed coin and will toss to see if I mow or chase rainbows… 😀 but, I shall return again one day, fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Neither rain, nor sleet, nor gloom of night, here on the path I have a dream to see me through it all… 🙂

“The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.” – (Michel Angelo) on the path least traveled…

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Journey of Self Discovery…

Life Is Now….

Time flies, and memories fade.
People change and new friendships are made.
Only the true remain forever at our side.
Eventually the disappointment and pain will subside.

It is all about the journey and what has yet to come.
Life is what you make of it; you are what you’ve become.
Life is too short to hold onto regrets.
Forgiveness is key even though you may never forget.

Cherish the good and remove the bad.
Some people don’t realize till it’s gone what they’ve had.
Moving on is a way of life.
There will always be obstacles, pain, and strife.

You must believe that you are strong enough to fight.
You have to believe in yourself to do what is right.
Always do for YOU no matter what you do,
Because in the end the only one who has your back is you.

Never be afraid to take a stand,
And always be willing to lend a helping hand.
A little bit goes a long way.
All it takes is a smile to brighten someone’s day.

Your chance to live is now, so what are you waiting for?
The world is yours for the taking and so much more.
Endless possibilities are forever at your disposal.
The chance to live another day is life’s golden proposal.

Never let anyone tear you down,
And never let anyone steal your shine and make you frown.
So will you sit in the shadows and let darkness win again?
Or will you rise up and make the light your friend?
(Hollianne Boucher)

“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others;
For beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness,
And for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.”
( Audrey Hepburn )

Hello Diary,

It is a pleasant Saturday afternoon with a gentle breeze at the moment…

sat aftern

The backyard residents going about their daily quest for their destinies, scurrying around leaving no stone unturned… “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming; “Wow! What a ride!” (Hunter S. Thompson).. 🙂

Perhaps the reason they are scurrying around is instinctively they know there are storm clouds on the horizon for later today and tonight… 🙂

severe weather

But here on the path “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott) and “A home that is built with patience, understanding and love will withstand the strongest winds of difficulties and conflict , a home built with a closed mind, insincerity and haste will collapse in a mere breeze of discontent.” (Larry “Dutch” Woller ).. 🙂

Spent part of the morning getting prepared for possible house cleaning and dusting next week…

cleaning

As I sat there and looked at the sweepers, a poem by Rose Milligan came to mind..

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
to paint a picture, or write a letter,
bake a cake, or plant a seed.
Ponder the difference between want and need.

Dust if you must, but there is not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb!
Music to hear, and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
this day will not come round again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go, and go you must,
you, yourself, will make more dust!

(Rose Milligan)

Sighhhhhhhhhhh.. 🙂 Well, taking her advise I am going to close for now, trying to decide when the time is right…

To climb a mountain
To fly a plane,
To hug a friend
To run naked in the rain.

To stand up tall
To make your thoughts known,
To blend with a crowd
To go it alone.

To till the field
To go to war,
To pen a poem of love
To write a musical score.

To take this path
To maybe take the other,
To open ones heart
To share it with another.

Today, tomorrow perhaps?
The answer is in the heart, you see,
So when is the right time, one asks?
When your heart wishes for it to be..

( Larry “Dutch” Woller ).

But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

So tell me , fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

Can no longer build cities
The back is tired and sore,
I was a soldier once
No longer have the heart for war.

I’ve tilled the soil as a farmer
Fed the world is what they say,
But I see the faces of hunger
Still this very day.

I’ve donated time and money
Ask for nothing in return,
I see nothing has changed
Will they ever learn?

I’ve tilled the fields and went to war
Built cities and bridges and much more,
Has my destiny run it’s course
Fate, is there any more?

So tell me, fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Like all else, I fear the answer is blowing in the wind…. 🙂

“Find out who you are and be that person. That’s what your spirit was put on this Earth to be. Find that truth, live that truth and everything else will come.” (Ellen DeGeneres) on the path least traveled….

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Journey of Self Discovery…

One morning in history’s past I woke up, and like Kevyn Aucoin, I chose life.. “Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain… To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.” Kevyn Aucoin

And I followed a path suggested by Robert Frost…

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost

“Life is complicated and not contained to a few ideologies or beliefs, therefore in order to better understand the universe, and me, I need to leave safe harbor, with open mind, and explore all of the universe, not just parts of it..…” (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

It is a Tuesday afternoon, and inbetween storms, haven’t been online much but have not been deterred.. “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” ( Louisa May Alcott), thought I would take time to share a few thoughts before “battening down the hatches” for the evening… 🙂

Earlier today before the first round of storms arrived, I saw a squirrel taking a break (on top of the fence) after spending a few hours acting like a rebellious knucklehead while chasing his dreams….

squirrel taking a break..

No doubt having the same mindset as Hunter Thompson. “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming; “Wow! What a ride!” (Hunter S. Thompson).. 🙂

Also saw a young dove (the little gray furry ball near the stick) who had apparently decided to leave the safety of the nest and follow it’s dreams “Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or it is nothing.” (Helen Keller)…

baby dove

No doubt resting a bit when I took the picture but were gone a short time later, I wish the bird a safe journey while following its dreams.. Also received some good news today that I were able to help others realize their dreams…

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“Dear, Larry Woller

Thank you for your Support to Project WHY,
We would like to thank you for your support to the Project WHY’s program. Your generosity will enable us to further our mission of “creating spaces to dream, learn and transform lives” of underprivileged children and their families. Project WHY is a committed social non-profit program, that runs six after school education centers for underprivileged children to enhance their education performance and improve their learning outcomes. We also run a woman centre, Special Needs education and computer classes for children. The centers are run by a management team, mostly originating from the communities. We pride ourselves for maintaining a lasting friendship with our donors and supporters.
Please do visit our website www.projectwhy.org and like us on our Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/projectwhydelhi/.

With Gratitude,

Project WHY Team.
Satish Chandra ( Trustee SRGCT)”

“I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” (Stephen Grellet )

Well, I had better close… prepare for the next weather adventure, while following my dreams and contemplating what destiny may have instore for me… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Remember, Diary, all one can do is know happiness by following ones dreams, being led by one’s heart, and it is up to the rest of the world to accept or not… so don’t give up the fight for those dreams, as Mark Twain said “It is not the size of the dog in a fight that matters, it is the size of the fight in the dog”.. (Mark Twain)

So keeping in mind the words by Langston Hughes “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes ).. I believe I will take my cup of tea and find me a star… 🙂

“When we begin to build walls of prejudice, hatred, pride, and self-indulgence around ourselves, we are more surely imprisoned than any prisoner behind concrete walls and iron bars.” (Mother Angelica) on the path least traveled…

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Journey of Self Discovery…

It is a Friday morning ,
fri morn 3

with a world in turmoil but here on the path there is hope and a dream… some thoughts from last year….

The new year is rapidly approaching
As I contemplate the tomorrow,
Leaving some memories filled with happiness
A few memories filled with sorrow.

I peer out my window
At a winter world cold and bleak,
A world of conflict, anger and hate
Mortals are suffering as I speak.

But we have a dream
Martin Luther King and I,
That one day there will be peace
No more mortals will die.

And there will be hope
Of a world filled with love one day,
A wish that could come true
For hope is the last to die…they say.

Not a world of race, color or gender
Nor closed minded ridicule or prejudice…you see,
But a world that respects another’s dream
Of what or who they wish to be.

So I peer out the window
Not with sadness or fear,
But a heart filled with a dream
That everyone has a wonderful new year.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

Haven’t been online much due to the daily storms, were out of power for a time yesterday, Thursday, but “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”.. 🙂 more fortunate than others though… taking a break in the activities to share some thoughts…

Another holiday on the horizon, a day of remembrance for the fallen.. here on the path it is a day to remember everyone, not just the fallen, but those who have also suffered and a day to fill with love and peace…

Maybe No More Children Will Die

I set here looking at the news
The powers wanted peace they say,
And while they spoke, bombs were dropped
20 children died that day!

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die

Smiles on their faces, while shaking hands
Arms deals for defense would come into play,
A bomb went off in a crowded market
10 children died that day.

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give a world with LOVE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die

A war to end all wars, they said
Yet to war they always return,
Death, destruction, suffering and pain
Won’t they every learn?

What’s wrong with this idea?
Let’s give LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.

Anger versus anger, hate versus hate
Seeds sown by war at home and away,
Starvation , sickness, a mother in tears
More and more children die every day.

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE, LOVE and LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller, 9-17-2008)

To pause for thought and remembrance, but not linger long for there is the living…

“I gave all those (all races, gender, beliefs, religion) from all countries that perished in the Towers a time of thought and remembrance… but now it is time to move on, not live in the shadows of 9/11….. I cannot change the past, but I can help determine the future… I cannot help the dead but I can help the living.. (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

And to remember those who are trying to follow their dreams while dealing with man’s inhumanity against man…

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“The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom”. Isaac Asimov

Well, I had better close for now, have a lull in the storm as they say, so will get on with the next adventure, have plenty of rainbows to check out.. 🙂 but I shall return again one day, fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Have been there and done that (me sitting on the ground)..

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Will take peace and love any day!.. 🙂

In Remembrance……

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
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
One more toast, hold your glasses high,
To PEACE, HOPE and LOVE, may they long endure
CHEERS, LADS AND LASSIES!!!.. And SEMPER FI

(penned on May 30, 2009 by; Sgt, Larry “Dutch” Woller
12th Marine Regiment
Vietnam, 1965–1966…)