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The Good - Bad Times
I wonder if you would care to take
A trip down memory lane with me
And reflect upon the bygone days
Then tell me if you might agree
Basic were our amenities then
The simple life was all we knew
To glean our needs, from off the land
Was what we sought, to see us through
Long hours and hard labor, I recall
And wages from the work was slim
Making "ends-meet", was a task
At times the future seemed so grim
Crops in the field would depend
Upon rain, sunshine and hail
Escaping frost, - always a concern
So many reasons, for all to fail
But there was contentment then
That made the bad times good
On a neighbor you could always depend
Each others problems, we understood
A handshake was the signature
Confirming the price of some land
A legal contract it was deemed
No more from each other did we demand
Locks on the doors, were not as vital
As in this "modern" day
If a stranger knocked upon your door
To open it, usually, - was OK
A child's gift on Christmas day
Though sometimes meager, it brought joy
The gleam in their eye, let you know
They appreciated, - a simple toy
Proclaiming God, was not questioned
On coin, or in the school
And there was reverence to the flag
Many adhered to the golden rule
Although the high-tech race of today
Offers some good things, it is true
There is a void, of "the good-bad times"
Those nostalgic moments, we once knew
Colan L Hiatt = 10-21-13
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DANDY DANDELIONS
Joy springs sudden and without talk
From the simplest of childish roots.
Homebound from work to metro along city walk
I saw today on one of my regular routes,
The overgrowth of dandelions from the sun,
Very tall and reaching through the iron fence, black and low
Wind catching them waving happily in fun,
Like little girls all standing tall on tip-toe
Trying to catch my attention and saying “Look at me,
Isn’t my bright yellow dress the prettiest?”
And indeed each one was beautiful to see -
It was too hard to choose the loveliest .
I felt like god with these tiny saffron Seraphim
Looking for my admiration and recognition:
For tireless, glowing, heated energetic vim,
Jostling and basking in my approval of their motion.
Sometimes a dandelion is simply a dandy to a child:
And today I suddenly felt the meaning of this grow.
They were in truth all dandies, and I smiled -
I smiled silently all the way home in the metro.
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NOTE
This is not intended as a parody of his poem, but many times I’ve read of Wordsworth’s elation and his feelings about his daffodils. Today I discovered for myself what he felt, and it was thought-provoking.
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Written 6 April 2012 and entered in
Lisa Hiatt ~Dark Poetess's Contest Where have all the flowers gone
The Simple Days
We grew up in another age
Honesty and hard work was the gauge
All we earned was a meager wage
Back in the simple days
Often we would arise at four
Thanking God as feet touched the floor
Again, - we began our daily chores
Back in the simple days
There was no "hand-out", - no "give-away"
Most earned a living from the clay
For better times, we would pray
Back in the simple days
Rewards that came were well earned
Value of a dollar we soon learned
Integrity , - - was the main concern
Back in the simple days
From that dollar we would count the change
In the modern day, this might seem strange
Instead of buying new, - we would rearrange
Back in the simple days
A firm handshake sealed a deal
There was no need for a seal
This alone, made it real
Back in the simple days
As a youth I often felt resentment
Very few things gave contentment
Many disappointing days were spent
Back in the simple days
But later I began to appreciate
Lessons learned, I could not duplicate
Not all of them, brought me fate
Back in the simple days
Today; much has gone "high-tech"
But I have learned to not neglect
The values I came to respect
Back in the simple days
Colan L Hiatt = 02-13-18
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As I awoke to a brand-new day
I asked Him to direct my path
To protect and guide, lest I should fall
And keep me free, from grief and wrath
In haste, I departed on an errand
Forgot - if I, had locked the door
Returned and found that all was well
Now,- to that sale, at the discount store
About a mile down the interstate
"One Lane Closed," the sign read
A mass of crumpled steel I saw
I, - could have been, there instead
The sale now ended, when I arrived
"They're all gone", the clerk advised
For that item, I had waited long
Now, I would have to improvise
I heard an old friend was confined
At a rest-home, in the next town
A call revealed, a quarantine imposed
I'd have to wait, before driving down
I had tried to do what I thought best
But obstacles altered what I chose
As I analyzed events of the day
The picture I, began to compose
Watching the evening news, I learned
An interstate accident, with one dead
And a recall on the item, I had sought
Injuries had occurred, - the reporter said
So, - back to that morning prayer -
Did He supply my wants, - - or needs ?
Consolation I found, "alone" - with Him
As I read, - Jeremiah, ten: twenty three
Colan L Hiatt = 02-24-13
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The Trail I Leave
The artist leaves his paintings behind
They're viewed long after he is gone
Efforts of the actress, are caught on film
Decades later, they may be shown
A sport's star often leaves their mark
Years later to be recalled on screen
The politician leaves a trail to follow
When he's no longer on the scene
The teacher, pastor, and the chef
Will each in their own way
Be found on society's page
Long after they have passed away
Each of us, likewise will leave
An impact on someone we know
Or perhaps an observing stranger
Has watched our daily to-and-fro
What effect will the life I live
Have on those I meet, each day
Will it encourage them to press on
When difficult trials come their way
I'd like to think, that my impact
On the trail I leave behind
Would leave sunshine, and a ray of hope
And give a weary traveler, peace of mind
The need is great, in this troubled world
For a pathway strewn with flowers
Where all too often, thorns and thistles
Consume so many of our hours
Lord, - may the legacy I leave behind
After the curtain of this life is drawn
Point others to a higher plane
And help them the torch, to carry on
Colan L Hiatt = 08-29-13
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A Servant's Heart
It was on the road to Jericho
A Samaritan did compassion show
A great example, he did bestow
"A Servant's Heart"
A cart near full, in the check-out line
"Go ahead, - your items are less than mine"
She said to the elderly lady, just behind
"A Servant's Heart"
Because of an injury he was going through
He could not mow the lawn, he knew
A neighbor said: "this I will do"
"A Servant's Heart"
The funeral brought her many tears
A different lifestyle, brought many fears
Words of comfort, came from her peers
"A Servant's Heart"
Of his lofty status, everyone knew
Higher positions, were very few
Yet the down-and-out, he catered to
"A Servant's Heart"
The medical report, was not good
Her unmasked grief, we understood
Compassion he gave, all that he could
"A Servant's Heart"
As I trudge on each coming day
It's vital that I always pray
That in word and deed I would display
"A Servant's Heart"
The most lofty position, I might derive
In no way could it contrive
With - Mark: ten, forty four and five
"A Servant's Heart"
Colan L Hiatt = 03-09-13
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In God's Word, many promises abound
To those who put their trust in Him
Resting upon what He has proclaimed
He will guide us when the way is grim
He promised, those who seek shall find
And a door is opened, if we but knock
It's the Father's pleasure
To give the kingdom, to the little flock
He promised, the labourer and heavy laden
Rest for their weary soul
And that the humble, shall be exalted
When true commitment, is their goal
He promised, to never leave or forsake
Those devoted to His plan
A lamp to our feet - a light to our path
Guiding us throughout life's span
He promised, that all who come to Him
Will not be a castaway
Giving assurance, to the faint-of-heart
When the adversary, would lead astray
He promised, that if for His purpose
We are called, and abide in Him
All things work, together for our good
At times when choices seem so slim
He promised, that no temptation
Will be greater than we can bear
But an escape route it shall provide
Delivering us from the tempter's snare
He promised, that when walking through
The valley of the shadow of death
No evil I will have to fear
When I am taking that final breath
Colan L Hiatt = 09-12-13
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As I navigate the road of life
Into an area unknown to me
My view is often obstructed
When the road ahead, I cannot see
A sign advises, there is a river
In the valley, around the curve
Do I wonder if there is a crossing
Although conditions I can't observe
I do not stop and walk ahead
I have faith there will be a bridge
That will buoy me to the other side
Just beyond, this unseen ridge
I have faith that a state department
Has provided a bridge for me to cross
Although it may have been expensive
It was needed, whatever the cost
As I drive down a busy highway
And the vehicle ahead, I choose to pass
I make a decision to change lanes
By what I view, observing ONLY a glass !
If I have faith in these elements
That was created by the hand of man
How could I ever dare to doubt
That whatever God promises; "He can"
"By faith ", is a term so often used
Relating to promises, made by God
Concerning issues in this life
And after our bodies, return to the sod
I have faith, His sacrifice on the Cross
Will atone for all my sin
When I stand at Heaven's gate
Faith tells me, He'll say = "enter-in"
Colan L Hiatt = 05-24-23
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T h e S a l e
Near the end of a lonely road
A home where an old man did reside
Traffic parked all around the house
Contents "For Sale", - the sign implied
"He'd lived there as long as he could, -
Ninety four years", I heard someone say
Immediate family, now passed on
At last, now he has moved away
For decades, this had been his home
How sad, he had to go
Feeble hands, prevented tasks
And steps were getting slow
Furniture, battered, worn and aged
Old radios, fans, and silverware
Used garden tools, and books galore
Some ordinary, but others rare
So many items, inside and out
In their time, each held their place
Now little more than a cast-a-way
His new address, had little space
I'm sure within his memory bank
Many younger days he recalled
A telephone, - - the first TV,
Or when a furnace, was installed
Only a few items, now adorn
The place he now abides
A bed, a chair,and one small table
A few special pictures, are his pride
There to live out his final days
Lonely hours, seem to have no end
A highlight that would mean the most,
Is a visit from family, - or a friend
Colan L Hiatt = 09-24-13
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They gather there most every morn
The retirees at the coffee shop
To discus events and each others ills
Politics and the new traffic stop
It is a highlight of their day
To greet each other as they dine
And so it's easy to take for granted
They're always there,- rain or shine
But then we notice - Joes not there
On the second day and more
Investigation tells us - he passed on
It's just not the same as before
As we adapt to his departure
Months later we miss Mary's face
Sadly we concede, she is gone
Only her memory - we embrace
Slipping away - - slipping away !
Dear ones that we miss so much
As the blossom of a summer flower
Relinquishes life, to winters touch
But we are reminded in God's Word
Life is but a vapor or a flower
So is the span of our sojourn here
We know not, the day or hour
But there's a promise to each one
Who is anchored, safe in His fold
The future can yield untold rewards
In a Place where, "we never grow old"
So there's consolation we can claim
When a dear one "slips away"
For them - it's just a stepping stone
To usher them from, a house of clay
Colan L. Hiatt = 01-26-14
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