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Age can never erase memories of yore,
For there's an old but lovely song still rambling
In my head as I love to go a wandering
Along the vales or up the mountain sides,
Fetching flora, photographing fauna and sampling
Wildflowers, collecting leaves fancy or plain.
Study trees, evergreen or autumnal bare.
How I loved to stop near some clear rill.
There would be daffodils I’m sure up on some hill.
Checked which song birds choose to build their cosy nests,
Birds picking up small or curvy twigs with care.
Even today I ramble along the vast countryside,
Sometimes I rest, imbibing the air so fresh,
Watch some little children playing joyfully
With young nuns in front the impoverished crèche.
Bells ring from a chapel calling for prayer,
I join trusting my sins the good Lord would spare.
Planning a dream vacation traveling through Africa.
An African safari, our dream to enjoy capturing the memories
by photographing. We’ll mingle and learn about the people
with different backgrounds, cultures, and traditions.
And enjoy the energetic ritual dance and rhythm of
the African drums. Camp under the ebony stars
with the wild scent of firewood.
Explore the wildlife in their natural habitats.
Marvel at the sight of the massive gray elephants
beneath sapphire skies as their butterfly-wing ears flap
in communication and to cool down. Observe their long,
dexterous trunk, a nose, and part of their upper lip,
used like a tool to drink, feed, work, and communicate
with people and their own. To enjoy in wonder while they walk
in a group like hills across a sea of bush or forest, putting one foot
in front of the other in a pendulum-like motion in a graceful
movement lifting dust into the air, as they travel to the nearest
river to drink and bathe in a peaceful color wheel. Of warm
golden hours of fiery oranges and deep purples.
12/23/2025
Emotion will overcome,
The one we have while crossing Yellowstone Park,
With two loyal friends,
Walking on walkways above the bubbling
from Mammoth Spring,
The one we have using a defibrillator to see a heart
Beat again,
Emotion will win, the one we have when looking at the stars
shining in the selfish night,
The one we have while detailing the lights sparkle on the other side of the bay,
That one emotion while listening to a cantata by Bach, while facing the sea,
The faith in God transcending our souls, our spirits,
The emotion one has when thinking about our mom loosing her ideals
staying in bed,
the emotion will overcome,
The one we have as a passenger, at each takeoff or landing of a Boeing 747,
That emotion while admiring a painting of Monet or Botticelli,
That one by reading our travel book about Brazil,
That of the child discovering his gifts under the Christmas tree,
the emotion will win,
That of the tourist from Brest, discovering for the first time
Manhattan,
or photographing whales off the coast of Cape Code,
The one of the teacher looking into the eyes of a eleventh grader,
Emotion will conquer, or the world will perish.
Old man looking over at me across an empty park bench,
He was slightly smelly, unkempt and I was uncomfortable.
And he sneered at my paisley tie and at my penny loafers,
And I saw his own toes were wiggling in the open air.
Then the old man laughed out loud, sprayed the air with saliva,
He said, ‘I’m sorry to deprive ya of any form of dignity.
‘But once I was just like you, a slave to the corporate.’
I said, “Don’t be a hypocrite. Give me the benefit of the doubt.”
I said, “You really should not judge, walk a mile in my shoes.”
So, he stole my shoes and I haven’t seen him since.
Now I don’t know what the record is but it’s less than four minutes
And the odds are diminishing that he’s going to return.
And my feet are getting kind of cold and I’m looking pretty silly
Almost kind of like Achilles, with my skinny ankles sticking out.
At least he left my wallet though he took the cash I carried,
But that’s almost customary any time you’re being robbed.
And he seemed very nice once he got past his emotion
And his preconceived notions of who I had to be.
I said, “You really should not judge, walk a mile in my shoes.”
But he stole my shoes and I haven’t seen him since.
Isn’t it strange that we can’t change.
But then again, maybe we can.
But on the other hand… nevermind.
I don’t understand.
The cops weren’t very helpful, they were too busy laughing
At the people photographing the wiggling of my toes.
And I have learned my lesson though it’s painful to admit
That I cannot even outwit a drunk out on the street.
I say, “You really should not judge, walk a mile in my shoes.”
But he stole my shoes and I haven’t seen him since.
We never know how nature will surprise us…what she has in store
what sights she may put on display…that we haven’t seen before.
One thing’s for certain…we need to be observant…because she always finds a way
to show us something extraordinary… something different every day.
Yesterday was a blustery Autumn day in the mountains…
and with that strong wind nature was supplying
the leaves…once they left the trees…weren’t falling…they were flying.
Normally in Autumn in the mountains…with leaves of color all around
we sit or stand on our porch…watching…as those leaves cascade softly to the ground.
But yesterday as we watched the leaves happily floating by…
they were flying up instead of down as they soared across the sky.
It seemed to us these leaves were smiling…
holding their tips high up in the air…
riding the roller coaster wind
enjoying the moment…without a care
We hurried onto the porch and immediately began photographing….
and as the leaves flew up in front of us…we are sure we heard them laughing.
For leaves that are usually more reserved…their excitement they couldn’t hide…
It was wonderful for us to see…how much they enjoyed the ride.
It is a delight to watch the leaves fall….cascading softly from the sky
and even more delightful to watch…when nature allows her leaves to fly.
Yes… yesterday was another surprising day in the mountains for us…
standing on the porch…with the forest all around…
as we watched the colorful leaves of Autumn…
falling up…instead of down.
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LIFE ON SUNDAY
A JOURNEY
Into Mother Nature's, realm - this day - did I take a walk
Alone the river's edge - the edge of thoughts - with no one to talk.
Listen did I to the melodious music of Mother Nature's sound
permeating the air, reverberating in my brain, it was all around.
There, in the air, her sweet breath I had found
filling my nasal passages with delight as I walked upon her ground.
Her sweet breath filling my ofactory senses to the brim -
for some moments, my life's cup seemed filled to the rim -
giving life to the silent music of Mother Nature's, dance,
bringing thoughts of two - instead of one - onto the path of romance.
Life's Sunday journey into Mother Nature, was by chance
as a detour was taken on the way to Maple Ridge.
Before these eyes was the BUILDING of a bridge,
not one but two and my thoughts where of bridges BURNING.
The loss of what my heart had long been yearning.
All my thoughts Moneca, where of you
as I journeyed - nothing else could I do
but think of the good, then the BURNING of bridges, not BUILDING them.
During my photographing and hiking this day, thoughts of you did stem,
thoughts of, the BURNING of bridges bringing to the for
a realization, that standing among the ashes, you have closed the door.
This is what I believe and believe it is for ever more.
B.J."A"
2 MAY 19th 2009
The foot of the table
rose up to adjust the shape of my chin.
It was a glooming, looming 3 a.m.
when I saw the bedside clock
through that pitch dark
that occurs at the back of an eye
when time is a few decades too slow.
The table has put itself together
once more,
bought from IKEA, it took two days
to assemble, and a lifetime
to disassemble.
Now it's just a lightless prop
for a drooling jaw.
My dad is here offering advice,
when he was alive, he made televisions
out of the spare parts
of alien spacecraft.
I have no such skills, yet I know
that time occasionally
stands at the edge of a cliff
photographing
my fleeting existence,
as if it were a Dodo
straining to remember
how to fly.
In a distance beyond my ken,
table feet clip-clop away.
Twas the day after Christmas
Throughout the North Pole,
Not a creature was working
Not one Ho! Ho! Ho!
The elves were at home
They had the day off
Santa was gone
To Hawaii, to play golf
A little R and R
With his island wahine
Displaying her snow globes
In her Christmas bikini
Mrs Claus was visiting
Family back east
And the reindeer were grazing
On their tropical feast
When all of a sudden
Out on the back nine
His cart left the path
Cause he'd gone snow blind
All of the golfers
Caddies and guests
Came running with cell phones
Photographing the mess
There in the sand pit
Was Santa red faced
His wahine on his lap
It was such a disgrace
But Santa took names
For next year's big list
If you weren't in Hawaii
"I'm sorry, you missed"
December 25
Wahine: pronounced /wa he' ne
Daniel Turner
I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when I am photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where I've gone.
One step wrong and I'm
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle my wide eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
I'm on a double gold helix,
Spider on her web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.No one will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune,
I'm a thought,
I'm a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I'm under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
I'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.It's too sudden.
I'm flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing,