Happy beautiful Sunday.......I should have know better than to play in the yahoo game rooms...... ayup got hit with a nasty virus that whipped my hard drive on my work pc........Thankfully I back all paper work up every day on a flash drive and thankfully the drive was not in the pc at the time. Tech support is going to help me wipe the malware in the morning before I can reinstall the software. I was going to go up to Erie to ride the trike at the peninsula but I worked with the tech guy for a bit and went as far as we could with out a hook up to the Internet. Instead I went into work to cut the grass and clean the carpets. It was a family day at the lake today so It was noisy. right now I have now poem in my head if one pops up I will write it.

Ok, Ashley got the results of her Bar Exam.. sigh.. she passed half. She will retake the second part in July. I have a touch of sadness for her. Life has its ups and downs. Spring is here. I took my Sunday walk, came home wrote the poem before I wrote these comments. I am coming to discover that I do not know how the prose will flow or if there is a message until the poem is written. The title is the last I write with the understanding of what I have written.

Do They Know?

...

I walk among buttercups and violets

past the fishermen

a young child blows bubbles

that sail the spring

breeze

...

Do they know?

..

It was but a week past

unbridled torrents rushed

over bedded stone

A cacophony of voices

passing their stories in

urgency

..

This day

under fallen tree, and past

mossy stone, gentle flows the water

of the brook

...

Spider silk stretched

from leaf to twig

catches nought but the

breath of soft breeze and

brook's heartbeat

heard from the shallow pools

as the water falls

...

Do they know?

...

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Another week of spring, this one was full of sunshine and cheer. then on Saturday it changed to rain....sigh... The attitude of people change when the sun comes out. I have not heard from Ashley yet...And Kim I hope she takes it slower but she is starting to love again. I got a storm drain cleaned out while it was raining...the mud was easier to move than when the dirt packed down when it was dry. I did make it to the lake again

Old Hemlock

The skies of spring are

grey and heavy

..

Rushing over bedded

stone

torrents of water

sing their song

..

Wild flower and grass soak

my feet as I pass

Geese swim in pairs and

crows soar above

..

In shallow coves

young lilly pads dance

with the song of the wind

..

Beneath the stars, the sun,

the clouds

here you stand year upon year

In peace and beauty

..

Old hemlock

What hand of fate set you here

while I must pass through

seeking the riches

of your home

..

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All in all a beautiful day. I was able to put the new belt on the mower deck and remount the deck on the mower. I got the grass cut and a lot of branches picked up in the yard. I managed to get a good walk in today also at the lake. I cooked for the week or alteast the next 4 days. I have not heard form Ashley yet so I will assume she has not received her Bar results yet. I did get a poem from my walk today. Hope you like it.

Nectar

Empty, broken clouds leave

the sky

Gentle are the swells that

flow to the shore,

whose murmurs in duet

with the breath of spring,

create a sonata of promise

and beauty

..

Cast upon the water,

silver and gold, elusive riches

with no weight,

and yet priceless beyond

the wealth of man

..

The lone bee seeking nectar

for its hunger.

I wonder, does he

sense the nectar

that fills mine

..

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Ok note to self..... Last week forgot to charge phone. Ashley called.., Kim called... I did not post blog....so I got a visit from Kim.....ayup they was worried... so i will try to keep phone charged and blog weekly. It is weird in time now... people are tired of winter, tired of rain, upset over rising gas prices and food prices. They hold their breath waiting. On the few days of sunshine a sigh of relief is heard and felt. .....Time crawls.....

To Soon

Above grey clouds

the sun rises.

At morning light

mirror smooth

the lake lies at my feet

..

I

need not look up

to see the grace

Daffodils in pale

imitation of hidden sun

now seek the light

..

Trees, too long in naked

silence stood,

now clothe them selves in

spring greenery

..

Skies once empty of

all, save the call of the

forlorn crow,

now carries the song

of mated geese and

rhythmic tapping

of woodpecker

hidden in the grove

..

A single drop

touches the mirror.

ten fold ripples mar the finish.

A thousand drops,

a thousand fold ripples.

The drops end.

..

Un-shattered, the image

of grace returns

Beauty and peace

clear the mind

..

To soon I leave this place

returning to the

incessant noise

of man

..

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