“Yes, I’m me, I am what I am, and a free spirit I’ll stay, as I look for adventure and follow my dreams, on the path least traveled…each and every day” (Larry “Dutch” Woller ) 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… 🙂 Me 1 copy

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I  do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” ,  no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life  🙂 ).. 🙂

 

And speaking of adventures and holiday memories, a memory of Christmas past came to mind, when little Bree (Jack Russell) were here (She passed away in 2016, she came into my world when she were 6 months old and I were her 4th owner…) 🙂

 

 I was working on the turkey
 When here arose such a clatter,
 I sprang from the kitchen
 To see what was the matter.
  
 I ventured to the living room
 And there, to my surprise, I did see,
 Standing nose to nose, paw to paw
 Was the Christmas mouse and Bree.
  
 With spatula in hand, ENOUGH, I yelled
 With a voice loud and clear,
 So that the Christmas mouse and Bree
  Scattered, they did,  in fear.
  
 It was back to the kitchen and the turkey
 No thoughts of sugar plums, dancing in my head,
 But thoughts of a Thanksgiving TV dinner
 Cooking in the microwave instead……… 
  
        ( Larry “Dutch” Woller,)
  
   
Yes, with snow (that didn’t make it to the ground)..

And frost on the rooftops…

It is.. Hello Diary, Yes, dogs (as well as other creatures) start out as pets but eventually become part of the family… they have feelings and dreams also… and little Bree would go where I ventured, I am sure keeping a watchful eye on my activities… here she is guarding the auto at the grocery (with her popcorn chicken).. 🙂

 

 Many look upon them as simply dogs, pets, etc. but 
they are much more than that.. 🙂
  
 JUST MY DOG 
 He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; 
 My other ears that hear above the winds.
 He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.
 
 He has told me a thousand times over that
 I am his reason for being: by the way he
 rests against my leg; by the way he thumps
 his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he
 shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
 (I think it makes him sick with worry when he
 is not along to care for me.)
 
 When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
 When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
 When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
 When I am a fool, he ignores it.
 When I succeed, he brags.
 Without him, I am only another person. 
 With him, I am all-powerful.
 He is loyalty itself.
 He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
 With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. 
 He has brought me understanding
 where before I was ignorant.
 His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
 His presence by my side is protection against
 my fears of dark and unknown things.
 He has promised to wait for me...
 whenever...wherever--in case I need him. 
 And I expect I will--as I always have.
 He is just my dog.
                   (Author Gene Hill…)
  
   
Yes, another memory as I venture down memory lane this Sunday, but will close for now…hopefully will venture down the path and make new memories… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Remember Diary… “It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.” (Mother Teresa)… 🙂

“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 or haste will collapse in a mere breeze of discontent.” (Larry “Dutch” Woller ) on the path least traveled…,

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Thanksgiving Eve is approaching on the prairies and the path least traveled, time to contemplate the future while browsing through memories past… 




 

 Thanksgiving has arrived
 Another year as gone bye,
 Been busy chasing dreams
 Living life..time did fly,
  
 A time to contemplate the past
 A time to give thanks...they say,
 To relive treasured memories
 Of each and every  passing day.
  
 Thanks for letting me feel love
 Be it joy, or be it heartache,
 To know someone’s love
 A treasured feeling their love did make.
  
 Thanks for letting me live life
 To explore, to follow one’s dream,
 To seek out and live every adventure
 Not enough time in the day... it did seem.
  
 Thanks for letting me meet friends
 To share thoughts of love, hope..perhaps a tear,
 And by going down the path together in friendship
 Doing away with hate, anger….and fear.
  
 Thanks for giving me the courage
 To follow my own path...to be me,
 To not follow someone else’s path
 To live my own….. reality.
  
 Thanks for giving me an open mind
 As I venture down the path... allowing me,
 To gaze upon life’s treasures, large and small
 That many others do not see.
  
 Thanks for giving me an open heart
 Able to love, understand and forgive,
 And when I grow too old to dream
 A place where my memories will live.
  
 Yes, I have much to be thankful for
 And every day the list gets longer... you see,
 As I venture down the path least traveled
 Searching for what destiny... has waiting for me.
                                    (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
  
   
“Life gives us brief moments with another, but sometimes in those brief moments we get memories that last a lifetime, So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.” (Author Unknown). And for all those wonderful spirits and people that graced the path with their presence over time, thanks for the memories.. 🙂 Hello Diary, Thanksgiving and the holidays are on the horizon.. And as tradition here on the path is starting to prepare cards for the holidays… 🙂
 

 Yes, it is Santa’s helper
 While sipping on some Christmas cheer,
 Sending season’s greetings
 And a very Happy New Year.
  
   

And hopefully not only for a time of cheer but also a time of peace, hope, love, understanding and friendship for everyone, that is my dream for the holidays (and every day)… 🙂 love world
 

 In history’s past, on the path, I had a dream
 Of a world in harmony it did seem,
 Accepting one as to who they believe and are
 One’s lifes choices no one did bar.
  
 Free to climb a mountain, to touch a star
 Free to search the universe, where answers are,
 Free to venture through life, with open mind
 Another’s belief, it did not blind.
  
  
 Free to boldly walk the lands, both far and near
 To lives one’s life without suffering or fear,
 Not to be accepted by belief, gender or race, you see
 But by the love, understanding and knowledge of a spirit born free.
  
 Children could follow their own dream, you see
 Not to be denied by another’s ideology,
 To follow the destiny of their own choice
 Not to be hindered by another’s voice.
  
 I still have that dream, you know
 A dream that began a long time ago,
 A dream without end, each and every day
 Until the four winds, they all blow away.
                           (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
  
   
The universe knows that I am not into religion (as my late wife’s Chaplain said “ it is what is in the heart that matters, not a name above a door) but I agree with Vince and Jenny Gill… Well, I had better close… need to prepare for the holidays also, all the while awaiting what adventures lies ahead.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise..
 

 Until we meet again… 
  
 Home is where the heart is…. 🙂
  
   

“To me there is no picture so beautiful as smiling, bright-eyed, happy children; no music so sweet as their clear and ringing laughter.” (P. T. Barnum) 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… 🙂 Me 1 copy ( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).. 🙂 In spite of life’s challenges, with occasional frost hinting the holiday season is approaching and memories of holiday’s past make themselves known.. 🙂
 

 Twas the night before Christmas
 All quiet around the tree,
 Not a creature were stirring
 I were dreaming about the lottery.
  
 No stockings were hung with care
 I needed them...you know,
 They keep my feet warm
 While I am out shoveling snow.
  
 Cookies and milk were set out for Santa
 Just before I went to bed,
 Unfortunately Santa didn’t get a crumb
 The Christmas mouse ate them instead.
  
 There were only one package
 A large envelope under the tree,
 It was seasons greetings
 From the power company.
  
 But I jumped out of bed
 And I shouted with glee,
 Why were I happy, one wonders
 I woke up on the green side of the grass, you see.
              (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
   
A Christmas memory from the past… 🙂 kimericxmas Hello Diary, Yes, a child’s mind and heart is open, taking in all the wonders of the universe, excitement fills the air as they explore while trying to follow their dreams, leaving no stone unturned… unfortunately, the mindset of elements of today’s world’s societies often prevent the children from the joys of the holidays (and every day) and follow their dreams…
 

 Through the eyes of a child
  
 I woke up this morning in a rush
 Eagerly to start the day,
 Hopefully to learn about the world
 Maybe even have time to play.
  
 I have many, many friends
 Each one somewhat different than me,
 But none of us  mind at all
 We believe it were meant to be.
  
 Decided to check in with my friends
 Before Mom gave the breakfast call,
 So with anxious hands I started my little tablet
 Were going to say hello to one and all.
  
 My smile and joy were soon gone
 As sadness did take its place,
 My vision become blurry
 A tear, ventured down my face.
  
 I read a text in my inbox
 With conflict, some of my friends did die,
 With trembling lips I looked to the horizon
 With heavy heart asked the question “WHY?”.
  
 Just children wanting to live their dream,
 Why is that so very wrong,
 Their dream were taken away
 So someone could prove their strong.
  
 You know, my heart will mend
 For their memory lives in my heart,
 And together we will play again
 Neither time nor distance will keep us apart.
  
 So, I finish this with a smile on my face
 For I know, one day, we’ll meet again,
 And again, together, we will follow our dreams
 For it will be a new beginning, not the end.
             (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
  
   

Well, I had better close for now.. not only have memories and dreams but reality also, chores are waiting… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Until we meet again…

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” (Mahatma Gandhi) 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… 🙂 Me 1 copy ( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).. 🙂 Relaxing with a spot of tea and contemplating all my wealth… 🙂

 

 I’m far richer than the rich
 Wealthier than the wealthy by far,
 I have gold in the sun
 I have silver in the star.
  
 I have dreams that I follow
 That are more precious than gold,
 As I venture through life
 Eagerly watching the dreams unfold.
  
 I have diamonds, too many to count
 With each new fallen snow,
 As I watch each one twinkle
 Basking in the suns glow.
  
 I have nature’s painting
 Priceless, a portrait of the sky,
 Impossible to duplicate
 Though many did try.
  
  Each bloom of the red rose
 A ruby, one of a kind,
 And with the white rose
 A pearl comes to mind.
  
 Money have I none
 But wealth I have got,
 But  I don’t fit in with
 The wealthy and rich lot.
  
 But I’m not going to change
 On this wealthy path  I’ll stay,
 Till the rivers run dry
 And the four winds all blow away.
                (Larry “Dutch” Woller )
  
   
It is a wonderful world indeed here on the path… 🙂 It is Saturday morning, taking a break in the activities to share a few thoughts… change is continuing here on the path.. Woke up the other morning a saw my neighbors roof were white..

Had a heavy enough frost to appear to be snow… and speaking of snow, saw a few white cumulus clouds with what appears to be vapor hanging below them… it is what is referred to as “virga”, falling moisture that evaporates before reaching the ground.. and with the cold atmosphere in this particular instance, it is “snow”… 🙂

Yes, Ole Man Winter is here to stay for a time… most of my bird friends have left for a warmer climate, those passing through stopping at the feeder for a needed dinner…

And those knuckleheaded backyard rodents called squirrels stay here and keep me company through the winter… 🙂

And I try to help those passing through and those that stay get through the winter doldrums “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel” (Maya Angelou)…… 🙂

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 I set here with my tea
 And watch the leaves a fallin’,
 It’s becoming clear that one day 
 Jack Frost will come a callin’.
  
 Most of my bird friends have went south
 In the southern warmth they’ll stay,
 But I’ll not shed a tear in sorrow
 For they’ll be back again some day.
  
 All us creatures that are staying behind
 To deal with the cold and snow,
 Are getting our house in order
 And waiting for winter’s blow.
  
 The squirrels are gathering leaves and such
 To insulate their winters nest,
 The possum is checking every nook and cranny
 To find a place for his winters rest.
  
 The bee’s are picking up the pace
 Gathering nectar with the morning sun,
 Storing winter food for the hive
 Before their work on earth is done.
  
 A spider spinning it’s web of silk
 I watched as it grew and grew,
 Soon to become natures work of art
 With tomorrow’s early morning dew.
  
 This poem could go on and on and on 
 But alas, I have things to do,
 For, like it or not, don’t you see
 I need to get ready for winter too.
     (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
  
   
Yes, it is that time of year when it is time to say goodbye to all my backyard friends ( and all friends) who spent the summer here on the path and have moved on in search of their destinies…. 🙂 And I must close for now, life is calling and I need to see what it wants… 🙂 but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… I never say goodbye because goodbye sounds too much like forever, so until we meet again.. 🙂

“While you’re busy looking for the perfect person, you’ll probably miss the imperfect person who could make you perfectly happy” (Author Unknown) 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… 🙂 Me 1 copy ( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).. 🙂 I have been ask numerous times about my thoughts on being a friend.. I believe Adam Clarke says it best… 🙂

 

 "Portrait of a Friend"
 
 I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, 
 or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will 
 search for answers.
  
 I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,
 nor the future with its untold stories.
 But I can be there now when you need me to care.
  
 I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
 I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
 
 Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
 Yet I can share in your laughter.
 
 Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
 I can only support you, encourage you,
 and help you when you ask.
 
 I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,
 from your values, from me.
 I can only think of you, talk to you and wait for you.
 
 I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
 But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
 room to be yourself.
 
 I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
 But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
 and put them back in place.
 
 I can't tell you who you are or who you will be
 I can only love you and be your friend
                                       (Adam Clarke)
  
   
Hello Diary, Taking a brief break with a busy week, stopping briefly to share some thoughts… change is in the winds in many ways in today’s world and one of those changes is the seasons… and it is that time of year where I participate in one of my least favorite outdoor activities…. 🙂

The sad part is most of the leaves belong to my neighbor and my neighbor is in the process of moving to another town.. Sniffffffffffffff 😦 but will deal with the leaves and enjoy the day in the garden and backyard here on the path… 🙂
 
 I live in a not so secret garden
 Along the path least traveled,
 Quite unlike the other world
 A world that has become unraveled.
  
 A garden of peace and harmony
 Being different does not matter here,
 All creatures, big and small, living together
 Unlike the other world,  they do not live in fear.
  
 Together we live the hand that Fate has dealt us
 Not sure, or dwell, on our final destiny,
 But live to enjoy the moment, the hour, the day
 That is what life is about, don’t you see.
  
 So into the not so secret garden I will venture
 Along the path least traveled, 
 To find love, understanding, to follow one’s dreams
 Unlike the other  world unraveled.
                        (Larry “Dutch” Woller  )
  
   
Well, I had better close for now.. The day is yet to finish and there are dreams to follow… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Until we meet again, should one mingle with the leaves with a open mind and heart, one may even find love!.. 🙂
 

 “Never say I love you
 If you really don’t care,
 Never talk about feelings
 If they really aren’t there.
  
 Never hold my hand
 If your going to break my heart
 Never say your going to
 If you don’t plan to start.
  
 Never look into my eyes
 If all you do is lie
 Never say hello
 If you really mean goodbye.
  
 If you really mean forever
 Then say you will try,
 If not, then never say  forever
 Cause forever makes me cry
        (Author Unknown)
   

“ I am currently attending the School of Life, learning more about the universe and me… and Graduation Day will be the day of my funeral and it is then I will know if I failed or I succeeded and graduated”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller) 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… 🙂 Me 1 copy ( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).. 🙂

 

 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.
                              (Vincent Tabatha)
  
   
With open mind and heart, everything is beautiful here on the path…

Hello Diary, With a world filled with anger and conflict, here on the path hope, understanding, freedom, happiness and love rule the day..

 
 
 Hope..,
 Children could follow their own dream, you see
 Not to be denied by another’s ideology,
 To follow the destiny of their own choice
 Not to be hindered by another’s voice.
  
   

 

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

 

 Freedom...
 Free to boldly walk the lands, both far and near
 To lives one’s life without suffering or fear,
 Not to be accepted by belief, gender or race, you see
 But by the love, understanding and knowledge of a spirit born free.
  
   

 

 Happiness..
 Not a world of sorrow or fear
 But a world of hope and dreams, not sadness
 A world  of eternal love and peace
 A world of eternal happiness.
  
   

 

 Love..
 A  love that is without end
 Through an eternity it will endure,
 A love that knows no boundaries 
 A love beautiful, caring and pure.
                    (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
  
   
In spite of challenges and closed minded ideologies, change is in the wind here on the path… 🙂

I shall close for now… dreams to follow, life to live and friends to share thoughts with… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Until we meet again…
 

 May the love that you give
 Always return to you,
 That family and friends are many
 And always remain true,
 May your mind only know peace
 No suffering or strife,
 May your spirit only know love and happiness
 On your journey through life.
      (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
  
   

“Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do…” (Pope John XXIII ) 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… 🙂 Me 1 copy ( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).. 🙂 “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 )… 🙂
 
  
 Destiny sits upon the morning horizon
 Always in site, but never clear
 And as I travel along the road I have chosen
 Destiny remains forever in place
 Sitting upon the morning horizon
  
 But as the years pass
 And the road spans the distance
 Between yesterday and tomorrow
 I know my destiny will arrive
  
 For time alone will close the gap
 So yesterday becomes dust filled memories
 And the horizon of tomorrow
 Will be the road of today
  
 For then, there will be no yesterday or tomorrow, only today
 And when that day arrives
 I will find peace and be complete
 For I will be one with my destiny
                            (Favi F)
   
“Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” ― Roy T. Bennett Hello Diary, Taking a break from making changes to share a few thoughts.. In today’s world life has thrown challenges into the mix, some that will require change to some degree… unfortunately, in today’s world there are those who do not want change “Life is a process of becoming… a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.” (Anais Nin)…. Not here on the path for we are taking change in stride, in order to help make it a better place… when needed I wear a mask, for my health and for the consideration of others… 🙂

As I have said before, I have retired from driving, the need does not justify the means so goodbye to the auto… 🙂

By doing so I have accomplished two things, 1. I have reduced pollution and dependency on fossil fuels, hoping to help create a better environment for those who occupy this universe now and after I depart… I can leisurely order all I need online, have a better variety and have it delivered to my front door… when I need to venture about the village, I walk, getting the much needed exercise many pay good money for…. 🙂 2. I am no longer wasting money on something I really don’t need, money that I can use for things I do need or wish to have… I can also share some with others, as they deal with their life’s storms… I am a sustaining donor to the foodbank..

I help the children of the local children’s home realize their dreams…

I help people deal with cancer, virus, etc. to help others…

Why, I even help my backyard friends.. 🙂

It is not much but they know that someone cares and has their back.. “No matter the pain or suffering, it is always better if it’s a burden shared by two, instead of a weight carried by one alone”… 🙂 For communication I have a multitude of options to chat with folks all over the universe… I even have letter writing… 🙂

And “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 ), I have my Spanish lesson ( I know just enough to get me in a whole lot of trouble if I am not careful)…. 🙂

All that being said, I am not stressed nor live in fear of life’s storms, for “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”. (Author Unknown), or as Bea Arthur would say (from “The Unsinkable Molly Brown), I am unsinkable… 🙂 Yes, one does not have to do a great deal to adjust life and be happy “If you think you can, you can. And if you think you can’t, you’re right” (Mary Kay Ash).. well, have rambled enough, will close for now and work on some more changes, follow dreams and chase rainbows, but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Yes, no stress or fear here, gazing at a blue horizon while chilling and sipping a bit of tea while thinking of those bare necessities… 🙂

“The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.” (Jiddu Krishnamurti) on the path least traveled…..

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“Why is it we don’t always recognize the moment when love begins, but we always know when love ends, remember this, a kiss may not be the truth, but it is what we wish were true”… (L.A Story)….

To Love You..

To love you is to daydream of you often, think of you so much,
 to speak of you proudly and miss you terribly when we are apart..
To love you is to cherish the warmth of your arms,
 the sweetness of your kiss, the friendliness of your smile, the 
loving sound of your voice and the happiness we share...
To love you is to never forget the adversity we have overcome, 
the tears we have shed, the plans we have made, the problems 
we have solved and the pain of seperation...
To love you is to remember joyfully the days we made memorable, 
the moments that will live forever in our hearts, the dreams we 
hoped for..
To love you is to feel the exhilaration of love that fills our hearts, 
to need you, want you, hold you and know you as no one else can.
To love you is to realize that life without you would be no life at all..
                                   (Author Unknown)

Hello Diary,

Life is about many things, Diary, today it is about love on the path least traveled… 🙂

“You don’t love the person you can live with, you love the person you cannot live without” (Author Unknown)….. 🙂

A bouquet for you, my love
Each bloom has been chosen in hopes to convey,
Words straight from the heart
With my message of love this day.

With a red Carnation
To show how my heart aches for you,
Posies of Forget-Me-Nots
To show my love is true.

And fragrant Freesias
Embracing the trust we share,
With Lilies of the Valley
Returning happiness and care.

Daisies to show
My love is loyal-undivided,
As Phlox whispers softly
Our spirits are united.

I have added Primrose
To remind you again,
That I cannot live without you
And with you I shall remain.

And all about this bouquet
Are sprigs of Baby's Breath, sown,
So delicately displayed
With a message of their own.

So with this bouquet, my love
I shall eternally bestow,
A heartfelt message of love
That even these blooms seem to know.
               (Larry "Dutch" Woller)

I shall close for now… in spite of life’s challenges, love is in the air as I venture down the path…. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

There will be no falsehoods or lies for you, dear one
No meaningless empty words, cute or clever,
For I would rather you love me for a day
Than to hate me forever.

I finish this with a smile on my face
For I know one day we will meet again,
And again, together, we will follow our dreams
And that will be the beginning, not the end.
            (Larry "Dutch" Woller)
  

“It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace.” (Agnes M. Pharo) 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… 🙂 Me 1 copy ( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..
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I’m far richer than the rich
Wealthier than the wealthy by far,
I have gold in the sun
I have silver in the star.
 
I have dreams that I follow
That are more precious than gold,
As I venture through life
Eagerly watching the dreams unfold.
 
I have diamonds, too many to count
With each new fallen snow,
As I watch each one twinkle
Basking in the suns glow.
 
I have nature’s painting
Priceless, a portrait of the sky,
Impossible to duplicate
Though many did try.
 
 Each bloom of the red rose
A ruby, one of a kind,
And with the white rose
A pearl comes to mind.
 
Money have I none
But wealth I have got,
But  I don’t fit in with
The wealthy and rich lot.
 
But I’m not going to change
A rich dreamer I’ll stay,
Till the rivers run dry
And the four winds blow away.
 
         (Larry “Dutch” Woller )
 
It is a wonderful world here on the path indeed… Hello Diary, It is a quiet Sunday morning to sip a bit of tea and contemplate the tomorrows… 🙂

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I set here with my tea
And watch the leaves a fallin’
It’s becoming clear that one day
Jack Frost will come a callin’
 
 

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Most of my bird friends have went south
In the southern warmth they’ll stay
But I’ll not shed a tear in sorrow
For they’ll be back again some day
 
 

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All us creatures that are staying behind
To deal with the cold and snow
Are getting our house in order
And waiting for winter’s blow
 
 

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The squirrels are gathering leaves and such
To insulate their winters nest
The possum is checking every nook and cranny
To find a place for his winters rest
 
 

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The bee’s are picking up the pace
Gathering nectar with the morning sun
Storing winter food for the hive
Before their work on earth is done
 

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A spider spinning it’s web of silk
I watched as it grew and grew
Soon to become natures work of art
With tomorrow’s early morning dew
 
 

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This poem could go on and on and on
But alas, I have things to do
For, like it or not, don’t you see
I need to get ready for winter too.
    (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
 
 
The changes of the seasons have a impact on the affairs of the heart also… 🙂 Life and the day is calling, will need to venture out and see what they want… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Until we meet again, may all your tomorrows be filled with love and happiness and keep a dream in your pocket…

“I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott) 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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( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

“It is not easy to find happiness within ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” (Agnes Repplier )…. 🙂

Happiness is to have loved
Than have not loved at all,
To share love with another
To always heed one’s heart call.

Happiness is to follow one’s dream
To be who one wishes to be,
To live one’s own life one’s own way
Not live the life of another, you see.

Happiness is always waking up on
The green side of the grass,
Even though the day may be stormy
Knowing it too shall pass.

Happiness is knowing another
A understanding, caring friend,
Someone to share life’s memories with
A friendship to never end.

Happiness is to pen thoughts
Let the fingers do the walking,
Thoughtful words that come  from within
Because the heart does the talking.

Happiness is knowing when to end a poem
For it is down life’s highway I need to venture,
To gather more memories and thoughts to share
As I live, and enjoy, today’s new adventure.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do but it doesn’t get you anywhere” (Author Unknown)..

Hello Diary…

Yes, life has put many storms in the path but we do not worry… we concentrate not on the darkness, but the light and happiness.. “Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do…” (Pope John XXIII)… 🙂

I am happy I am here to share a moment with my backyard friend, the Hummingbird….

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I am happy that I were able to share a moment with Mr. Rabbit, taking a brief break from our adventures to contemplate the tomorrows…

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I am happy that I were able to have the chance to dance and sing in the rain…

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I am happy, that with a open mind and heart, I am able to share life and memories with others, even though we may be different..

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Most of all I am happy that I am being me “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 )… 🙂

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Happiness reigns here on the path in spite of the storms “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain” (Author Unknown) and in spite of the gloom and doom, in spite of any darkness that may be present, it is still a wonderful world here on the path least traveled… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now… adventures are waiting for me, so with a smile on my face and dreams in my heart, it is down the path I shall venture… but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

The heart, spirit and mind eagerly at the ready, on the path
To seek out the rainbow… perhaps around the next bend,
Once found, I’ll have followed my dream and be home, you see
And that will be a start of a new beginning, not the end.
  (Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )