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… 🙂
( “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 🙂 ).. 🙂
A day to contemplate tomorrows and browse the memories of yesterday… 🙂
As I gaze upon the horizon
Where my Fate waits for me,
My mind gently browses the past
That which has become a memory.
I grew up on a farm
Ohhhhhh, the dreams had I,
To save the world from the dragons
Once, as a Marine, I did try.
I once loved and lost
Suffered a broken heart, they say
But now the heart has mended
As love managed to find a way.
With my hands I helped build a nation
Now the back is tired and sore,
But no white flag of surrender here
With a heart of dreams to do much more.
There were those by whom I were scorned
As I ventured down life's highway,
They ridiculed and condemned
As I lived and loved life my way.
Of the life I lived, I have no regrets
Would not change a thing, I must confess,
And I will continue to be me
As I venture down the path of happiness.
As my mortal clock starts to wind down
One wonders, is there another life for me,
For now, I must close, and seek out Fate
For Fate has the answer, Fate is the key.
(Larry "Dutch" Woller)
As Edith Piaf once sang; Non, je n’ai aucun regret (No, I have no regrets ) … 🙂
Hello Diary,
Change is taken place here on the path, bringing in the new (phone)..
But we are not getting rid of the old, for it too has a place… 🙂
Technology aside for the moment, it is a Sunday morning and time for tea, mediation and contemplating the tomorrows… 🙂
A peaceful Sunday Morning, watching the sunrise
Thoughts abound, whiled sipping a spot of tea,
While taking in Nature's outdoor portrait
Contemplating, on what Fate may have in store for me.
Change is slowly coming, it whispers in the winds
The door is slowly closing on past history,
With a new awakening with the mind and heart
But the future is still shrouded in mystery.
With freedom of being different, in many ways
No social shackles do this mortal wear,
Do welcome change with open mind and heart
No fear, no worry or dread do I bear.
Does change stop at mortal death, one wonders
Or does it go on forever and ever,
Will I ask the same at another time and place
Somewhere past the 12th of Never?.
Will my thought and spirit continue
When, as in all things, time comes to an end,
Or does all things cease to be when
To the grave, the mortal body Fate does send.
Alas, but must deal with the present, this Sunday
So now will store thoughts and musings yet to be told,
For it is down the path least traveled I do venture
To search and hopefully find, what life and Fate may behold.
And at the end of the path lies the rainbow from where I will find my answers… 🙂
Alas, shall close for now “There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stopped the story.” (Frank Herbert), but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t’ rise…. 🙂
Ahhhhh, browsing through the memories, thanking those were the days!!.. 🙂
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… 🙂
( “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 🙂 ).. 🙂
“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)…
Hope is...
Hope is a feather floating in a bright blue sky
Hope is that sparkle that shines in your eyes.
Hope is a butterfly fluttering on the wind
Hope is good times spent with family and friends.
Hope is a newborn baby's cry
Hope is a Mother's lullaby.
Hope is the rainbow after a rain
Hope is the harvest of golden grain.
Hope is the light that keeps darkness at bay
Hope is the breeze on a hot summer day.
Hope is ever present and free of cost
Hope is the last thing ever lost.
Hope is the staying positive when the going gets rough
Hope is seeking help when you fell you've had enough.
Hope is recovery from simmering sorrow
Hope is believing in a brighter tomorrow.
(Linda Hotger)
Hello Diary,
Have been busy preparing for winter.. had a visit by Jack Frost twice which means Ole Man Winter is around somewhere… 🙂
But in spite of life’s challenges, here on the path one still follows one’s dreams.. for one should “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes )….. 🙂
In history's pat on the path I had a dream
Of the world in harmony it did seem,
Accepting one as who they believe and are
One's life's 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 eyes and mind
Another creatures belief, will not blind.
Free to boldly walk the lands, both far and near
All the while following ones dreams, without fear,
Not to be accepted by social ideology, you see
But the love, kindness, knowledge within, of a spirit born free.
Free, for one's humanity to embrace
Not being labeled by belief, gender or race,
free, for one's dignity not to be denied
Though there's many a mortal who has tried.
Here on the path it's not a dream, but a reality
To follow one's dream, with a open heart, you see,
Free to love another without fear, as it should be
For here on the path, one is born free.
(Larry "Dutch" Woller)
“Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.” (Author Unknown)… 🙂
Well, I had better close for now.. have dreams to follow and leaves to gather..busy, busy, busy… 🙂 but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise….
Until we meet again..
May flowers line your path
and sunshine light your way,
May songbirds serenade you
every step along the way.
May a rainbow run beside you
in a sky that's always blue.
And may happiness fill your heart
each day your whole life through.
(Irish Saying)
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… 🙂
( “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 🙂 ).. 🙂
“For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.” (John F. Kennedy)
Winds of change...
I watched that heavy door begin to close,
All the while the winds above me rose.
The years whisper and whistle back into my ear,
The memories haunted by sorrows and fear.
With a new day if finally dawned on me,
The past needed locking and I had the key.
Leave it behind, leap and fly away free,
Let the winds of change blow and carry me.
Feel them lifting my wings now able to soar,
Up to an open sky and caged no more.
Flying so fast to where no hurt can find,
A place of peace now inhabits my mind.
This heart full of courage never ceases to beat,
Knowing my history is not destined to repeat.
Clear paths now lead me to a new destination,
For my life, my future and the next generation.
(Kelly Deschler)
Hello Diary,
Yes, Dairy, even here on the path change is in the winds… and, with all the uncertainties in life, and winter approaching, a decision were made to purchase a treadmill… 🙂
I am not training for the Iron Man’s competition so it is a relatively simple, in-expensive treadmill… now, to make it interesting and enjoy world’s scenery, I enlisted the aid of the laptop..
With the treadmill and laptop, I can have a leisurely “walk” anywhere in the world… Portobello Road, for example.. 🙂
Or perhaps I can walk among the markets and visit the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France… 🙂
Or, perhaps browse the mysteries of the Far East, visit the harbors of Singapore… 🙂
And why stop there?!.. I could walk upon the Moon, is it made of cheese?.. 🙂
And while there, I could visit the galaxies and walk among the stars!!.. 🙂
Of course, we need the proper choice of music to walk by… and it appears we only have 80 days so we best get walking feet… 🙂
Well, I had better close for now, need to find my walking shoes.. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂
Be it a highway, street, path or trail, as you walk down
your road of life...
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 you spirit know love and happiness
On your journey through life.
(Larry "Dutch" Woller)
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… 🙂
( “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 🙂 ).. 🙂
“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)
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… 🙂
( “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 in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” (Abraham Lincoln ) … 🙂
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It is down the path least traveled I do go
To a rainbow filled horizon I venture,
To seek, to learn, know peace, to enjoy life
A path filled with wonderful adventure.
A place where one is accepted as who they are
A spirit kindred to life, when mortal born,
A being coming from the depths within
And not subject to ridicule and scorn.
A place where I know freedom of thought and being
I am what I am, don’t you see,
Neither this one, neither that one, but all the above
In a mortal world, a free spirit, that’s me.
I do not travel the path alone, you see
There are memories and spirits to behold,
Spirits that share... the joy and sadness
As I gather more memories, down that least traveled road.
So how long will my journey be, one would ask
Will I see the end of the path...ever?
The answer, I believe, lies on the horizon
Somewhere past... the 12th of Never….
So shall bring my ramblings to an end
For there is one fact that I do know,
To reach the horizon, the 12th of Never
It’s down the path least traveled I must go!
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )
With eyes on the horizon, it is down the road I do venture, care to join me, my friend?… 🙂
Hello Diary,
Took a brief break to deal with life’s challenges with pen…. received my ballot in the mail for voting in the general election…
Sit down with a spot of tea and pen in hand and made my thoughts known to the universe…. 🙂
I am not shackled to any ideology (religious, political or otherwise) “I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief” (Gerry Spence)… and I won’t say who I voted for but I did NOT vote for Donald Trump….. 🙂
Yes, again I woke up on the green side of the grass to a pleasant day with sunshine and a nice breeze and dreams to follow….
And in spite of life’s storms, “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain” (Author Unknown), it is going to be a zip-a-dee-do-da day!… 🙂
Alas, I shall have to close, the day is calling…. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂
Yes, with a spirit and heart born free, it is on down the path of life I travel… 🙂
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… 🙂
( “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…
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… 🙂
( “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)….. 🙂
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Journey of Self Discovery...
What I am
Who I want to be
Am I just a stranger in this dinosaur world,
or my is existence limited to rest ,eat and pee.
Every day is a new day ,
I try to discover myself,
The identity crisis lulls over me,
In calm, yet monstrous glee,
Failing to find what exactly constitutes my being.
One day I want to be a doctor,
Other day an engineer,
Or even a scientist,
The society decides my ambition,
What career to pursue is guided by secure future norms,
They say I have a lunatics mind,
Persuade my mother to put some sense into me.
Enough is said,
I my setting on a journey of my own,
The mistakes I make shall be mine,
The regrets shall be my defined,
Its fall or rise,
Time will play a key role,
As Frost said,
I have an option of two paths ahead of me,
One pre decided by my ancestors,
less risky and challenging,
Other of my own,
I decide to take the less traveled one,
To mark on journey of my own.
(Illahi Bedi)
Hello Diary,
(Still in the learning process for editor.. 🙂 )
“My will shall shape the future. Whether I fail or succeed
shall be no man's doing but my own. I am the force; I can
clear any obstacle before me or I can be lost in the maze..
My choice; my responsibility; win or lose, only I hold the
key to my destiny". Elaine Maxwell
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A Spirit Born Free…
While sipping a spot of tea
And relaxing in the morning time,
While contemplating my tomorrows
Thought I’d pen some thoughts that rhyme.
As I venture through my life
With each step, all the while being me,
An open mind, a heart of dreams
A spirit, enjoying being free.
A spirit that views another
As another feels, wishes to be,
In a realm of acceptance
So another can enjoy being free.
Free…. to love another
No color, gender or race,
Only to know and feel happiness
No social walls to face.
Free to live life as one chooses
Fallow a dream, the heart would say,
Free to walk ones own path of life
Filled with adventures along the way.
There are those who would color me different
Many to gaze upon me with dismay,
But unlike them, I’ve found happiness
Because I chose to live life my way.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)
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I Believe I’d Like To Be Different Instead…
And why do I wish to be different, you may ask,
The freedom to choose, to explore, to learn a lot,
Chained to a closed minded ideology…. NOT
Maybe so everyone can shout and point at me,
And say, “Hey, he’s different”, don’t you see.
My mind is clear and open, gathering knowledge every day
My spirit is young, adventuresome and floating free,
Not confined by those social chains, no box, no mold for me
I am what I am, I am me, what I wish to be,
Perhaps that makes me different, don’t you see.
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 )
Well, I had better close for now.. wind is in the sails
and there may be some life’s storms but “I'm not afraid of storms,
for I'm learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott)…
I shall return again one day, Fate (and WordPress) be willin’
and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂
Until we meet again let’s give PEACE, LOVE and LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone and get on that peace train…
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,
A pleasant morning greeted me as I woke up on the green side of the grass (not under it)…. 🙂 so thank you life for giving me a chance to chase my dreams, and thank you for many things… 🙂
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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 11-18-2018)
Well, I had better close now… busy, busy, busy with life’s challenges, following dreams… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…
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… 🙂
( “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 🙂 )..
“Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past and present are certain to miss the future.” (John F. Kennedy)….
Winds of Change…
I watched that heavy door begin to close…. all the while the winds above me rose….. The years whisper and whistle back into my ear….. the memories haunted by sorrows and fear….
With a new day it finally dawned on me…. the past needed locking and I had the key….. Leave it behind, leap and fly away free…. let the winds of change blow and carry me……
Feel them lifting my wings now able to soar….. up to an open sky and caged no more….. Flying so fast to where no hurt can find….. a place of peace now inhabits my mind……
This heart full of courage never ceases to beat….. knowing my history is not destined to repeat….. Clear paths now lead me to a new destination….. for my life, my future and the next generation……. (Kelly Deschler )…..
Hello Diary (still having issues with WordPress… 🙂 ),……..
Yes, there is change here on the path in many forms…… one of those changes is the season, for Fall is on the horizon as indicated by the garden…. there are many habitants, animal and plant, in the gardens here on the path and they are preparing for fall and the winter doldrums… each and everyone different in their own way… among the plants with their last blooms:……
Red rose….
The Hosta…
And the white rose…
Even the trees are leaving a hint of what’s to come… 🙂
Yes, we all live here in a not so secret garden…
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 )……
And no matter the changes and life’s challenges, here on the path it is still a wonderful world… :)…….
Well, I had better close for now, I need to start preparing for fall and the winter doldrums also… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…….
Until we meet again…. 🙂
May love and laughter light your days, and warm your heart and home. May good and faithful friends be yours, wherever you may roam. May peace and plenty bless your world with joy that long endures. May all life’s passing seasons bring the best to you and yours! (Irish Saying)
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… 🙂
( “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 🙂 )..
“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?” ( Mahatma Gandhi)
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, LASSIES AND LADS!!!.. And SEMPER FI
(penned on May 30, 2009 by; Sgt, Larry “Dutch” Woller
12th Marine Regiment
Vietnam, 1965–1966…)
Hello Diary,
“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.” (Dwight D. Eisenhower)
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)
Going to close for now.. Still learning here on WordPress and life… will return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…. 🙂
Until we meet again…
May the sun shine all day long Everything go right, nothing go wrong May those you love bring love back to you And may all the wishes you wish come true (Irish Saying)
( “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 🙂 ).. 🙂
A day to contemplate tomorrows and browse the memories of yesterday… 🙂
