Saturday, December 29, 2012

Have you taken time to talk to someone

Happy New Year! The year is almost over and I've written few posts. I have regrets over this. I'm sure everyone has regrets. No person goes through life with no regrets. Everyone wishes at some point in their life they had done something differently.

Well, what's done is done. For the last post of the year 2012, I wanted to leave something meaningful. I found a poem written by American poet Robert Frost, well known for his easy story like poems about human nature and rural life that are easy to read and understand. He passed away almost fifty years ago after writing volumes of poetry. He is now celebrated as one of America's distinguished poets and thankfully was honored for his writing during his lifetime. Not all poets are. He read his well-known poem "The Gift Outright" at president John F. Kennedy's inauguration in 1962.

This poem reminds us to take time to stop, listen and talk with people along life's highway. It's a good thing to do. Instead of keeping busy for busy sake, it's more important to take time out from our  work to pause and to visit with folks.  A Time to Talk reminds the reader to slow down and to connect with someone even in the midst of our business in a pleasant way. How important is that.

The projects, laundry, housework, homework or other necessary work can wait a few minutes. After all, clothes will get dirty and need to be washed again and we will get hungry and food will need to be prepared again.

But that moment in which to exchange friendly words with another may not.  And feeding the soul is just as important as feeding our stomachs.

A Time To Talk
Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, "What is it?"
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.


Monday, July 30, 2012

The Little Things

A while back I had a poem published by a publication called 'Story Mates' and I've decided to post it. It's a poem I've turned into a song and I often sing it while I'm driving or at home. I hope who ever reads "The Little Things" enjoys it too. It really is the little things in life that are the most memorable.

Without the thoughtful actions and words of others life is not as sweet as it could be. Family life flows better when we are thoughtful with our words and actions. A trip to the grocery store is made better with a pleasant cashier or helpful store clerk. When I go a place where I get served I try to make it as pleasant as possible for the person who is serving. After all they deserve the little things too.

The Little Things
- Diane Smit

Often it's the little things
the smallest act or deed,
that mean the most to others
and fill the greatest need.

A helping hand, a smiling face
the heartfelt words we say,
an earnest prayer on one's behalf
are things to do each day.

It matters not if small or poor
to do a thoughtful thing.
For the language we call kindness
makes everybody sing.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Love is like the Sun-The Night has a Thousand Eyes

The Night Has A Thousand Eyes

by Francis William Bourdillon

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying of the sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

How true. Love to us is like the sun to the world. Without love, life is almost meaningless.

Suppose we understand all the mysteries of life, are blessed with abundant knowledge and have amazing faith. If we are unwilling to love we are as nothing.

Suppose we give tons of money to charities, help feed the poor and are willing to die for great causes. If we don't do it in love it will not do us much good.

What does love have to do with this? Why everything! Love is what takes life from good to great.

So what does love look like? Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is not envious of others. It does not brag and show off. Love does not behave rudely. It is not self seeking or selfish. Love is not easily provoked and thinks no evil. Love does not rejoice in evil thoughts, words, or deeds. Love believes, hopes, and rejoices in all things good and true.

Love is so wonderful and perfect that it never fails.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Quarrel

It's always a great time to get rid of clutter in our homes.  I've got a pile of stuff I haven't used in a long time waiting to be taken away. It feels so good to clear out the clutter and claim back much needed space. I'm finding that some of the junk, or stuff is still useful for others to use and other things, well, they are not. It's time to let them go.

But there is something even more important than the junk that's piling up in our house. I'm speaking of the junk in our hearts and inner beings. I'm speaking of de-cluttering our hearts of things we need to let go of.

I'm posting two poems that will blow you away. Though these poems were written for children, adults can relate to them too.
Today's two poems talk about the secret to keeping good relationships, good, or, making them better.  To keep our relationships healthy, everyone needs to use these seven small words from time to time. "I'm sorry." "I was wrong." "Please forgive me".
If you think about it, these seven small words hold a lot of power. By power I mean the power to heal. Anger, strife and pride hurt us more than we realize. They stop us from having rich and rewarding relationships. All because we are too proud to turn back and apologize.
When we experience a conflict with someone we care about and feel that we are right, it's hard for us to see things any other way. Our pride and emotions get the better of us. You could say we let our negative, prideful emotions control us. They take over. We want the person we are angry with to say we are right. Sometimes, its just better to let it go.

I want to challenge you. Take a moment and reflect. Think about someone you care about or have cared about in the past that you are having a conflict with. Could the power of these seven little words fix it?
It's always, always worth a try.  

The Quarrel
by Eleanor Farjeon

I quarrelled with my brother
I don't know what about,
One thing led to another
And somehow we fell out.

The start of it was slight,
The end of it was strong,
He said he was right,
I knew he was wrong!

We hated one another.
The afternoon turned black.
Then suddenly my brother
Thumped me on the back,

And said, "Oh, come along!
We can't go on all night-
I was in the wrong.'
So he was in the right.
The Silence
by John Mole

It wasn't your fault,
It was just the way
That things turned out
And I don't know why.

Nobody meant it
Whatever it was
That started the silence
All over the house.

Please don't go
But if you must
Then think of us sometimes.
You're the best.

Send me a postcard
(wish you were here)
And I'll believe you
Wherever you are.

Perhaps before long
The silence will break.
Every one's waiting
For you to speak.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Bee! I'm Expecting You!

It looks like spring and it feels like spring. Yet technically it's still winter. The weather is so warm we almost don't need a coat. The birds such as the robins are also back and busy collecting straw and building nests. I love it.
To greet the spring I found a poem by Emily Dickinson an American poet. She wrote a lot of poetry yet it wasn't until her death in 1866, that the scope of her work was realized when her sister Lavinia found her poems in her dresser drawer. Only 10 of her 1,700 poems were published during her lifetime. I guess good things come from the most unassuming people.

Bee! I'm Expecting You!

Bee! I'm expecting you!
Was saying yesterday
to somebody you know
that you were due-

The frogs got home last week-
are settled, and at work-
birds, mostly black-
the clover warm and thick-

You'll get my letter by
the seventeenth; Reply
Or better, be with me-
Yours, Fly.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Stork Story

If you're feeling old have I got a poem for you. I've recently become a great aunt. My brother had the honor of becoming a grandfather. I chose this poem because I enjoy Shel Silverstein. He's too funny. And kids really love his books. I have several. They make me laugh out loud and have an element of whimsy knit through it that borders on brilliance. Though Shel Silverstein died a few years ago, his words will live on for a long time, I suspect. 
I hope you enjoy this poem.

Stork Story

You know the stork brings babies,
But did you also know
He comes and gets the older folks
When it's their time to go?

Zooms right down and scoops them up,
Then flaps back out the door
And flies them to the factory where
They all were made before.

And there their skin is tightened up,
Their muscles all are toned,
Their wrinkles all are ironed out,
They're given brand-new bones.

Ol' bent backs are straghtened up,
New teeth are added too,
Tired hearts are all repaired
And made to work like new.

Their memeories are all removed
And they're shrunk down, and then
The stork flies them back down to earth
As newborn babes again.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012


Life keeps changing and change is part of life. Just look at the seasons that come and go. Lately the weather has been so unpredictable that I never know what I will see out my window in the morning. Snow, rain, fog, or sunshine! 

It's interesting when people fight change. Such as small towns that want to continue operating as they have always done and resist change when a taxpayer has a better idea on how to do things. Or, in an old established organization a new leader sees ways to make things more efficient. Often they are met with the established group resisting change.
But, whether we like it or not people need change. A healthy marriage needs change if it wants to stay healthy. A good teacher needs to find better ways to teach. Science discoveries are being made every day which can improve the lives of many people. Business won't survive if it doesn't change. And government policies constantly need an overhaul because society is changing.

Off course, change is not always the best. Today, I want to give you two poems that talk about change. Good and bad change. I'll let you decide what is good or bad change.

Written by Carl Sandburg, born in 1878, in Illinois, USA, son of a Swedish blacksmith. Studied journalism in Milwaukee and Chicago. He travelled about the country earning a living by singing and reciting poetry. I wonder how he would have been received if he had lived in today's world.


The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and how they
pawed the prairie sod into dust with their hoofs, their
great heads down pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.


Passing through huddled and ugly walls
By doorways where women
Looked from their hunger-deep eyes,
Haunted with shadows of hunger-hands,
Out from the huddled and ugly walls,
I came sudden, at the city's edge,
On a blue burst of lake,
Long lake waves breaking under the sun
On a spray-flung curve of shore;
And a fluttering storm of gulls,
Masses of great grey wings
And flying white bellies
Veering and wheeling free in the open.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Lost-Missing a sense of humor

How are your bones feeling today? Do they need to be tickled?

I once believed that happiness was an elusive emotion that only lucky people, who had never experienced any type of pain, were able to enjoy. Of course, that was when I was young and ignorant of real life. Now that I've had to endure a few maturity molding experiences, I realize that everyone can feel happiness, if they desire. 

A sense of humor can help to make a bad situation turn around for good. It's really is all about how we look at things. In Proverbs 17:22, King Solomon states that "A merry heart does good, like medicine, but a broken spirit dries the bones."

It's really up to each of us to cultivate joy in our souls, hearts, and minds, and to pass it along to others. Happiness needs to be shared. I don't mean that one should brag of their successes or, to boast of their material possessions but, rather to share the joys of what we have in common. The things that make us smile and laugh.

I want to leave you with a poem that Julie Andrews, (from the Sound of Music) a singer and actress wrote. She wrote a lot of neat poems and I'd like to share this one with you. I hope it makes you smile.


I've lost my sense of humor,
It fell into a well.
That's full of dark self-pity,
As far as I can tell.

I'm glared at by the children.
I'm yelled at by the boss
And every little word I say
Makes everybody cross.

I'd run away and not come back
It it would do some good.
But nobody would notice
So I don't think I should.

I miss my sense of humor
And if, by chance, you see
It peeking round a corner
Please send it back to me.

Monday, January 16, 2012

A sleepless night

This poem comes from a book entitled Julie Andrew's collection of Poems, Songs, and Lullabies.

Little did I know that I would use the advice in this poem when my son came to me in the middle of the night telling me he couldn't sleep. He was worrying about our truck breaking down this weekend and thought he was responsible. I knew he wasn't. I suggested he think of an episode we had recently watched together called Man in a hurry from an Andy Griffith's DVD collection. (I love the old sitcoms.) He said okay and went to back to bed.

In Man in a hurry a stranger drives by the town of Mayberry on a Sunday when his car suddenly breaks down. He desperately tries to get his car fixed but everybody he meets in Mayberry is enjoying the day. No one understands this city man's hurry. You could feel the stranger's tension by his movements and the words he says when he becomes frustrated with the sheriff Andy Taylor, Aunt Bea and Barney while they peel apples, eat ice cream and sing on the porch. The man in a hurry angrily tells them that their town is behind the times.

When his car is finally fixed, to his amazement there is no charge for the car repairs. It was a pleasure for Gomer and Goober to fix it and they even took liberty to take a picture of themselves standing next to it. Andy tells the man he can stay the night if he likes and leave in the morning.

The man declines and eagerly starts his car. Aunt Bea rushes inside and comes out again with a lunch bag of chicken for him to eat on the way. Opie gives him his special penny for good luck. Andy then tells him to drop by anytime when he comes through again. As the man looks at everyone waving and smiling at him he suddenly realizes what a lovely place Mayberry is and he wants to stay for the night. He makes up an excuse why he can't leave. Andy catches on to man's excuss. Soon after they resume listening to Andy play the guitar and the man falls asleep on the porch with a peeled apple in his hand. 

Now wouldn't that put you to sleep.

The Trick

One night, when I couldn't sleep,
My dad said
Think of the tomatoes in the greenhouse

and I did.
It wasn't the same as counting sheep
Or anything like that.

It was just not being in my room forever
On a hot bed
Restless, turning and turning,

But out there, with the patient gaze of moonlight
Blessing each ripe skin
and our old zinc watering-can with its sprinkler,

Shining through a clear glass pane
Which slowly clouded over into
Drowsy, comfortable darkness

Till I woke and came downstairs to breakfast
Saying Thank you, Dad,
I thought of them. It did the trick.

by John Mole 

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Any Little Old Song

After experiencing feelings of waning interest, I've decided I would keep working on this blog. But to make it interesting and easier for me, I'm going to do it differently. Instead of interjecting my own ramblings about life or poetry, I'm going to post a poem someone else wrote. I hope it will lift people's hearts and provide intellectual stimulation. If I have information about the author I will add that. So here is the first poem to start things off.

Written by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) born in Dorset, England. He wrote about 1,000 poems and earned several honorary degrees. Thomas Hardy never received the recognition due him for his poetic form and is considered one of the great influences on modern English poetry.

Any Little Old Song
by Thomas Hardy

Any little old song
will do for me,
Tell it of joys gone long,
or joys to be,
or friendly faces best
loved to see.

Newest themes I want not
On subtle strings,
and for thrillings pant not
that new song brings:
I only need the homeliest
of heart-stirrings.