December 31, 2008 – 9:57 am
The snow is falling, covering the ground,
grass, shrubs and trees painted white all around.
Children laugh with glee as they build a snowman,
the girls insisting it’s a snow-woman named Anne.
My wife and I decide on a wonderland stroll,
the beauty of nature’s winter to extol.
On go bulky coats, gloves, furry hats and tall boots,
we playfully call “ top of the line winter suits”.
We find the blue lake in cold frozen splendor,
skaters gracefully skim by in pairs of each gender.
Looming beyond, to a white mountain we shift our gaze
and see skiers whizz along in a freshly powdered maze.
Down the snow covered path through dense woods we go,
and scatter brazil nuts from home to hungry animals bestow.
We sit down on a frosty log and watch with pleasure,
as a pair of rabbits emerge and eat their measure.
December 18, 2008 – 7:31 am
A blizzard had come to Jack and Jane’s town,
the snow not just falling but blitzing down!
Peering out a window, finding visibility near zero,
deciding no way would they try to be a hero,
they glanced at each other with their best mock frown.
So with Jack on the land phone, Jane on the cell,
while watching weather the exact opposite of that of hell,
both called their boss with something delightful to say,
“I’m snowed under, can’t make it in to work today”,
as already sub-freezing temperatures dipped and fell.
Giving themselves the day off was really a perverse pleasure,
before the recording both heard served to lessen the measure.
Jack and Jane’s respective offices had been closed,
until the severe winter storm had been weather deposed.
“Oh well”, said Jack, “we still get a day or more of leisure”.
December 11, 2008 – 9:09 am
In 1903, construction began on a luxury ocean liner with the
goal of building the fastest passenger ship afloat. Named
Lusitania, after the ancient province in present day Portugal,
the 31,550 gross register ton (GRT) ship was also to be the
largest ocean liner in service until her sister, the Mauretania,
exceeded it’s size and took to the waters in November, 1907.
Lusitania was owned by the British enterprise then known
as Cunard Steamship Company, built by John Brown and
Company of Clydebank, Scotland, and Christened and launched
on June 7, 1906. A bit more than a year later, while undergoing
formal acceptance trials in July, 1907, she smashed all speed
records ever set in the history of the shipping industry, before
finally being delivered to Cunard in August of that year.
November 21, 2008 – 7:42 pm
War is almost never the best answer,
yet nations attack nations as if a cancer.
Due largely to differences in way of life,
the loser’s land may be carved up as if by a knife,
attempts made to rearrange their thoughts of mind,
twisting them ’til with the victor’s way they align.
And legalized killing is certainly nothing pretty,
especially that of innocent civilians in any land’s city.
Is it really so difficult for any government heads,
to sit down at a table where common sense spreads
and peacefuly negotiate?. . .Surely world leaders are able
to find war-less solutions that leave all countries stable.
While this way of thinking may be but a dream,
if every government practiced it, oh how supreme!
No one ever chose the country in which they’d be born,
but their way of life is their own, and war worthy of scorn.
Of course, if any country finds its been hostilely invaded,
it’s not even a choice to become war persuaded.
The only option left then is to defend citizens and nation,
and warring grows to necessity in such a situation.
Otherwise, the question of war is one never required,
and governments should settle differences without one bullet fired.
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November 18, 2008 – 8:45 pm
Now please, dear readers, please don’t be alarmed,
and hopefully not too disappointed if that’s your take.
The reputation of any persons won’t here be harmed,
nor any occurances or events will this story partake,
and you’ll not be reading about porn for goodness sake.
But you’ll learn about trash, more than you wanted to know,
and if you prefer the term “garbage”, it’s still apropos.
In the United States at least, trash is a growing affliction,
each of us, at home and at work, creating 4.5 pounds a day
of a commodity we’d as soon not have, without contradiction.
A 70 year old has generated 50 tons of trash, says one survey,
as much as 10 African bull elephants together would weigh.
And, although recycling trash in the US has steadily grown,
two-thirds still wind up in a landfill or incinerator it’s known.
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